I think I fell so hard because I wasn’t expecting to meet you. On the car ride there I had no idea what I was in for. I thought it was just another night of mindless talk and meaningless kisses. But when I saw you step outside behind his shadow, I felt something I cant explain. And my stomach dropped when you hugged me. A quick hug. An “I don’t know you yet” hug, a hug between two people forced into an awkward situation. A perfect “nice to meet you” hug. I was so nervous and kept my distance, overanalyzing every move we made. I felt your warm touch and craved your kiss. When your lips finally touched mine it was like a glass wall shattering into a million sharp pieces, but those pieces landed exactly perfectly. I fell in love with your laugh, your green eyes, the way you divert your eyes when you get embarrassed, how you always need to be right you stubborn bastard, the way you pick me up and spin me around, how you opened your car door for me. After those two days, I had no idea how difficult this love would be, distance and communication. I left that night and crossed the street with a warmth from my toes to my fingertips that I had never felt before, and the smallest and most modest smile on my face. I walked away falling in love with not only you but with myself. I wasn’t expecting you, but I was waiting to find someone like you.
