First sights, first impressions... last days...

We were eating lunch - friends and I; a relatively large group.

That was when I knew her, clad in black, and with her pink highlights pinking my heart.

(I have to say that she looks better in pink - but it's not like that would be a surprise to anyone here)

Her face is uncommon. There is something about it that I can't quite make.

Her eyes are big. No they aren't. Well maybe they are. If I tried to measure them they'd probably wouldn't measure big. But I look at them and it seems like they are binary stars...

But I am a comet.

Her lips always look like they exist to be traced and kissed. Her smile always seems like she needs to circumnavigate the world with it.

Her neotenic head has something that makes me impatient; and is simultaneously the crown for the aristocrat she is.

Her hands existed in my dreams for years before she was even born, and every little, little detail of them is perfect, perfect like it could never be conceived, perfect like I could kiss and caress for eternity.

Her voice is just as uncommon. But exactly what she needs for a voice. Exactly what her image has to sound like. Exactly what completes her.

"Everything they say about you is true"

Girl, I never cared for what they say.
But you can't even imagine what it meant to hear it from you.

I've always felt like changing history. More than once at a time.

Suddenly you stand up.

Your wild wavy hair seems to capture Lil by that very act.

You run. On your tiptoes. Or so it looks.

That's exactly how I had always thought fairies would walk.

Your moment is there - your glory fills it.

Your joy is infectious and I am acute.

Your smile...

You deserve it, but it doesn't prevent it from being what it feels.

Your wild wavy hair is now at peace.

Your white attire makes me dream of marrying you on the spot.

I call you back to stay in the world of the mortals.

Your smile is there again, bright and overwhelming. Overwhelming.

Your eyes shine at me straight and I wonder what I did to deserve that blessing.

Your face has guided me before, in many a moment that I would want to forget, and many a moment that I knew I'd recall right now.

Your freckles are the treasure map to my heart.

Your smile... among all the thousands of languages that ever existed, the word for it hasn't been achieved...

You blessed me.

"This is... the greatest emotion."

I know you mean it.
And I know you deserve it. And I know you will repeat it.
But it is no less great for me.

Love at first sight exists.

But it never comes soon enough.