Your older sister invited me and some other friends to the mall. She had to bring her little sister along, much to her dismay. So, we all met up at the mall.
I didn't think much of it at the time, but I noticed you right away. Somehow, you were more there than the rest of the world. It's not quite right to say that you stood out. The presence of reality seemed to bend around you, augmenting you. You were unique in your being, more in place than anything could ever be.
And how did I act? I was instantly pulled in. I treated you like you'd been my friend for days. Most of what I remember of that time was you. I couldn't help but look at you. I just had to say things to you. I remember walking at your side while we went about the mall. I even messed with you like I do with good friends, snatching your soda and playing keep-away with you. Of course I gave it back in the end. It's so hard to believe how comfortable I was with you. And I hate to admit that, given my antics, it must be true that boys tease girls that they like.
What did we think when we parted that day? I thought that you were a fun girl to have met, but we wouldn't really cross paths again. You've told me that you thought I was just an obnoxious guy that you wouldn't have to deal with again. How wrong we were about how intertwined we were, my dear. Not until recently have I really stopped to consider what happened that day; on my part, was it love at first sight?
