I remember the day I met you.
You looked gorgeous in that black, long dress.
Your short, brown hair dancing with the wind.
Your white, hypnotic smile paralyzing me.

To be honest, I had met you before, in photographs.
I was under your spell since then,
but that night turned my fantasy into reality.

So we talked, we drank, we danced.
I couldn't get my eyes off of you.

We met again a couple days after that.
I waited for you.
And waited.
And waited.
I was only waiting for you.

The sand, the ocean, the bright, blue sky.
They were all there to whitness my heart racing
every time I looked at you.

So I build up some courage, and go for it.
I ask you on a date.
Nothing too fancy. Just a movie with me.
"Yes."

Movie was awful, but I didn't care.
I had spent that time with you.
What more could I ask for?
Sadly, time to go home came too soon.

You were picked up, and offered to drop me off at my place.
I kissed you, in the cheek.
You didn't complain.
I smiled beneath a smile.

Once I said goodbye, and crossed the door I jumped,
I screamed,
I almost even cry of the joy.
I couldn't have been happier.
I couldn't feel any better.

I remember how much in love I was with you.
Do you?