I fell in love with you at that moment. You never noticed. The crowd was thumping with excitement, people mulling over Reviews their tales yet there was a peace and quiet as I looked over at you. 
Time slowed, people stopped moving. I felt the air thin, and for a moment it was funny. I mean, does not this happen in movies? Does not this mean that I have finally gone crazy? Me, the girl who laughed at love in the face, the girl who Believed such madness purely and rightfully existed in storybooks. Me, who turned her nose against all such knights who approached. 
Me, who was finding it harder to breathe in the moment. I KNEW that this was a standing point in my life. What ever path I chose, there would be no turning back. And this moment will be the checkpoint. The revival spot, like in video games, where the character is reborn after getting killed in the battlefield up ahead. 
You looked so perfect. So perfectly imperfect. So imperfectly perfect. The wonder in your eyes, so carefully hidden, as you took the world with wild interest in yet made ​​it seem not worth your time. That careful stance. I know that you have been hurt before. I can feel it. 
I feel your presence. The slight tarnish your soul carries, I wish you would Realize that I do not intend to mar you further. I intend to complete you. I intend to make-that soul shimmer, make that person whole again. 
I intend to love you fully and deeply with no returns. No regrets. No saying sorry. No goodbyes. 
Will you comply? Or will I carry this heaviness inside of me for the time to come?