When I first met her, she came running up behind me and hugged me. The moment I
looked into her eyes, I had to kiss her. It was like we both were thinking the
same exact thoughts. Then we walked around the mall for a little bit, but then
we sat in a photo booth for what seemed like an endless moment. We tried to take
pictures in the photo booth, but it wouldn't take the money so we took pictures
on her phone instead. I thought it was ironic. Then we just sat there, in the
photo booth. It's like she had some kind of spell on me the way she looked at
me, the way she would smile when I would smile at her, the way she kissed me and
for in brief moments, I could feel the smile on her face. I fell in love
instantly. I never wanted that moment to end. She was perfect. I was so nervous
but at the same time, I was perfectly fine. No one would have ever thought we
had just met. Then she had to go meet up with her friends again because they had
to leave. So we walked toward the other end of the mall to a store that her
friends were at. We both didn't want to leave each other's side, but she had to
go. So we kissed like, a million bajillion times and it still didn't seem like
that was enough to be considered acceptable. We hugged for a long while, just
standing in the middle of the mall. Nothing else mattered in that moment. It's
like, everything around me had stopped and I felt at ease. There was never any
hesitation to tell her that I loved her from the beginning. Everything was
literally perfect. Then she turned around to leave only to be turned back around
by me for one last hug and kiss goodbye. Then she actually walked away. Just
that little distance between us killed me. I turned around and walked the other
direction, occassionally looking over my shoulder, hoping to catch a glance of
those gorgeous green eyes of hers. It was a very lonely walk back, but I didn't
feel alone anymore. It was intense. I think about that moment at least once
every day. Maybe I'm dumb. Call me a fool in love.