The first time
The first time I felt the rush
The first fresh breath of a new heart beating
The first time I saw the most beautiful woman in the world
The moment of meeting my future
The first time that time froze
The glance up and smile
The moment our eyes met
You look at me and time stopped for you
I take a breath
Look down
And smile
Breathe in
Breathe out
Heart beating
Time starts again
“Hi”
“Hi”
Sparks fly
Instant connection
Instant confirmation
Instantly the first time
We meet for coffee
We fall
Deep
We meet for drinks
We fall
Deeper
We go for dinner
We fall
Deeply
Madly
Passionately
Her brown hair
Her brown eyes
Her curls
Her long eyelashes
Her tattoos
Her short stature
Her glasses
The way she moves
The way she looks at me
The way she smiles
The way she makes silly jokes
The way she holds my hand
The way she rubs my ear
The way she touches me
My heart races
Skipping beats
Flutters
Red flags or
Green lights
It feels right
Butterflies deep down
I sneak a kiss
We fall
Deep
Deeper
Deeply
Madly
Passionately
We make it official
Officially together
On this journey of love
Promises of forever
Forever it will be
Happy to be with the one I didn’t know I needed
Deep
Deeper
Deeply
Madly
Passionately
The first time I saw you I knew
It was an instant neither will forget
All it took
Was the first time I saw you
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Monica Carneiro
Aspiring Novelist and Screenplay Writer. I am just trying to write some relatable content. Hope you all enjoy!
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Well done!