My Best Girl Moment
by LGsinmyheart

I attended a youth forum last week. Outcome of it:

I'm in love!!!! Completely and madly in love!!!!

Last time, and through a (now I see) very fortunate series of
random events, I came to know a certain girl, aged maybe 10. Cute,
yes, she was, and a very nice girl to meet, too. I really liked her
and when we said goodbye, at the end of the event, I knew I would
end up missing her. Can't say much more about her, though, as we
didn�t share much time together�

Following the argument, she' probably 11 now, although I don't
really know.

I met her there. I mean, again. She's amazing. From the first
second she can leave you totally speechless.

She said hi to me before I really recognised her, but I instantly
remembered her then and I must have smiled the happiest smile of my
life. She smiled back and melted me as we waved at each other and
wished each other luck�

Maybe I would see her again, maybe I wouldn't� She made my day, but
I didn't know if she'd made my week�

She did�

Did I say my week? She made my year, maybe!!

During the many activities along the week, I saw her again, maybe a
couple of times, but didn�t really have any chance to even talk to
her. Her sight alone was something, but as always, I was so eager
to get a chance to talk to her and watch her smile.

Last day comes. She comes to the place where I am, and lucky charm
she's looking for me!! She doesn't really know it's me, rather
she's looking for this and this guy�, but that and that guy was
me. Call it serendipity, pre-destination, or any way you want� When
she found out it was me, she obviously smiled very happy, told me
why she was looking for me and she solved the issue. I was very
happy already. But it was not even half of what would come next.

Knowing I might have the chance to see her upon closing the
activities, I wrote a note to her. It was simply a kind note
telling her how nice and bright she was. I also wrote how much I
liked that she reminded me and that I wished I would meet her there
again too.

At the almost last minute, as the fancy closing ceremony was
ending, I saw her. I handed her the note and she smiled and said
thanks, not without blushing red, but with such bright eyes!

She didn't read it right away, at least not in front of me. I had
to look for other people myself so I didn�t have the chance to stay
with her.

Five or ten minutes later, she approached me.

She almost jumped to my neck to hug me, and I could feel that she
meant it�

She said thanks with the sweetest (and most heartfelt) voice I have
ever heard�

I had touched her heart. But in doing that, she not only touched,
but truly took mine�

She kissed my cheek and I kissed hers. I couldn�t say how soft her
skin felt. But still what I was gladder about was having touched
her heart�

If it depended on me, that hug would've lasted forever�

We talked for a minute or two more. My note had made her feel
important. She knew she was intelligent, nice and bright. Or at
least that I thought her so. But then, she appreciated it all the
more from me. She knew I was one of the forums "heavyweights" (so
to speak). She knew that I was friends with many of the other
"heavies". She was totally thrilled that one of the guys she was
looking up to, trying to emulate, had in turn looked up to
her, and said to her that she'd be there someday.

And I repeat: if it depended on me, that hug would've lasted
forever�

End of the girl moment is here, as that was the last time I saw her�

But it could have been a minute ago, so vividly I recall it�

I'm in love with her. In those few minutes, she moved mountains in
my heart.

She�s smart and bright. She's nice and kind. She's tender and
emotional (I didn�t know that, and then she showed me).

She smiles and laughs. And her smile, so big and warm, lights up
the whole place. And it melts me totally liquid.

Her lips are red, so red. And she wears braces, which only makes
her cuter�

God, I would die just to kiss her�

And her eyes are big, bright and brown. And her look is deep and
clever. And when she's happy, her eyes tell the world just as much
as her smile. And when she looks at me, I feel like dying, dying of
love. (Italians say see Naples and then die. But to me, it's see
her eyes and then die)

Her brown hair surrounds her perfect face. Perfect up to her nose
and her ears. She's pretty. In neutral terms, she's maybe not the
prettiest girl I've met, but she means a lot to me.

She's pretty as in alive; when other girls are only pretty as in
photogenic.

And she blushes red. Sometimes she does. And when she does, she
melts me again. She's even prettier when her cheeks turn reddish!!

And when she talks, her voice is so sweet. And her words are always
meaningful.

And her skin is so soft. I already said that, but it's true.

And her hands, little hands, pretty hands, I want to hold them now,
and I want to hold them forever.

And her body is so sexy. Her legs are slender and perfect. And I
thank her short skirt for allowing me to know�

Last year she was flat. Now the first hints of bumps are appearing.
But I insist. She's so sexy.

And I find it impossible, unbelievable that such a great girl even
exists.

And then she does.

And then I find it impossible and unbelievable that I could ever
meet her.

And then I do.

And then she says hi to me, and talks to me, and smiles at me, and
likes me, and hugs me, and kisses my cheek, and says goodbye hoping
to see me again.

And then she leaves.

And I am totally in love with her, fallen lost for her�

She made my year already.

And all I told her was not even 10% of what I feel for her.

And all I can put in words is still not even half of what she means
to me.

And I won't see her again, at least, not in many months.

I see her face though, and hear her voice, around me, even knowing
she's not there.

But I'd die to meet her again�
and never leave her�


LGsinmyheart