Our eyes met.
Everything inside me disintegrated.
He was standing there, just him. Just him with brown eyes who seemed to latch on my own. Brown and Blue. Heart and Breath.
A dimple took over his face. God. He was like an ancient Greek painting, Alive. I never thought that pink colour could look so beautiful on someone. He was not handsome. He was beautiful.
My breath seemed to stop when I reached him. He held out his hands just like he did when he knew I was nervous. I took it and everything inside me splashed. Like a cool water in hot summer. Like a morning sound after hard night. Like his eyes. Like him.
His hand clasped tightly around me. The smell of woodpines and chocolate and Juliet roses. Everything.
My eyes seem to feast upon him. Looking at him as if to make sure it w
