Today, November 18th is the date that springs to mind.
That was the day that I could only see you. To everything else I had become temporarily blind.

I walked into that room.
Now, to be fair, when I first saw you it didn't hit me like some kind of sonic boom.

Our eyes only met fleetingly, maybe just for a second.
But from the moment that my peripheral vision returned. It was as if I felt drawn to you. Something was calling me, I was being beckoned.

And then there was your note.
Simple and short. But it somehow still has the ability to make my breath hitch in the back of my throat.
When we're together I feel so light, so carefree.
That if you were to let go of me....
I would begin to slowly float.

I still can't believe my luck.
Gold, I have surely struck?

So much I want to say.
But I know your response: "Shh Monkey, I know. Okay?"
When I'm with you, time, well it just melts away.

They don't understand.
How much it means to me, to just be able to hold your hand.

To lay with you.
To 'waste' the day with you.

Love, before you, I knew not.
I thought misery was to be my lot.
But as it turns out, I've found the end of my rainbow. And I'm ecstatic to know that you are the contents of my little black ***.