Young Writers Society

On the first night we met,

The moon was shining pale.

Streets were slow.

Lights gleaming from everywhere,

to everywhere.

Everyone was quiet,

so still.

It had been a tiring day at work.

And I was hoping to take another shot

at this.

Another date,

another attempt at my pending love story.

I'd never met her in person.

Just saw a snapshot of her,

on her dating profile.

And I believe she did too.

But seeing her through,

the glasspane of that restaurant.

It felt like I was seeing her for the first time.

I just stood there still,

as if I had discerned magic in front of my eyes.

If angels exist on this planet,

well, that night I saw one.

She was like a dream,

A dream so sweet that I'd never want it to end.

Sipping her latte,

Sitting in that bright red dress…

Waiting for me.

Calling the waiter,

Again and again,

She drank a little too much caffeine that night.

I'd never loved red so much,

Until I saw her that night.

Seeing that beautiful face of hers,

I stood there stoked.

How can someone look so amazing?

No fancy makeup on,

But that glow of her face,

The blush of her cheeks,

The dazzle of her blue eyes,

The flow of her wonderful black hair,

The sparkle of her smile made me question

my self worth,

Did I even deserve such a goddess?

Me, an imperfect idiot and she,

A piece of perfect art.

Even though I arrived two hours ago,

I was still standing behind the glass.

Seeing her as much as I could

For I knew I couldn't have her

I just never deserved her.

I saw her as she got up,

all raged.

Gosh, she looked amazing even in anger!

She stormed out the restaurant,

fixed her tiny hat...

I'd never loved hats so much,

Until I saw one on her gorgeous head that night.

She got in her Ford,

And as she began to drive away..

Suddenly a strange confidence came in me.

Adrenaline rushing through my veins,

Heart galloping as fast as it could.

I had this immense desire in me.

All I wanted to do was to stop her

Stop her from leaving forever.

I wanted to build a home in her heart,

And make her,

a part of my story.

What followed was the craziest thing I did.

I popped in front of her car.

She almost ran over me.

She got out

and came running towards me.

Looked at me for a second and stared for two

as I laid there bedazzled by her presence.

"I saw you outside. Why didn't you come in?

Do you know how long I've been waiting?",

she questioned.

"How could I dare to?

Why would you want to be with me?", I asked.

"Well…why not?", she whispered.

I had a brief smile on my face.

And she had too.

Her smile said a thousand words.

That's when I knew,

She was made for me.

That maybe she was the rope,

I was looking for to hold on to.

Our eyes danced together.

She held my hand tightly.

It was a moment of love,

A moment to adore.

And then,

as if automatically,

my hands got behind her back.

And hers behind my head.

She pulled me towards herself,

Our lips touched for the first time.

I could taste her strawberry lip gloss.

I'd never loved strawberries so much,

Until I met her that night.

And just like that,

Our love story had begun.