The very first time I saw Him
I thought he was the one God
destined for me.
I like him.
Not the way he dressed but the
way he acted.
The slow way he moved.
The way he thought about things
before he spoke.
And his eyes. Gosh, his eyes.
He had these eyes that made me go
weak.
When he smiled his slow smile. Gosh,
my stomach hit the ground.
And in that second, I was afraid.
I mean, what if I fell in love
with him?
I’d like for him to look at me
and really see me.
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