You Were Like The Wind

The first time I saw you felt like being caught in the wind.

A gentle breeze at first.

It playfully pulled my eyes across the crowded room until my eyes met their unknown target.

You.

I'm not sure if hours or seconds passed while we held each other's gaze.

Time didn't stop but somehow changed.

The breeze caressed my cheek, ran its hand through my hair, and created an awakening inside me.

Without warning, the breeze transitioned into a gust.

Barely aware of my own movement I took a step towards you.

You did the same. The wind was pulling you too.

Slowly.

Intentionally.

Ignoring the crowd.

Tuning out the noise.

We made our way towards each other.

With every step, the wind grew stronger.

Swirling around.

The wind became a storm.

I took my breath.

I didn't need it.

The wind was breathing for me.

I took my control.

I didn't want it.

My will matched the will of the storm.

To move forward.

Towards you.

One final gust.

There you were.

Standing in front of me.

Your eyes sparkled with intention.

The corners of your mouth twitched upward.

Everything and everyone disappeared.

All I could see was you.

You and me.

The playful breeze returned.

You held out your hand.

Your eyes never left mine.

I placed my hand in yours and said "hello."