It was inevitable that that it would happen. The first look I knew. I don’t know how I knew, I just knew. There was something so special in those eyes. You could just feel it. To be honest, I adored her.
It wasn’t her beauty that captured me. It was her style, her grace. I didn’t know what hit me, but it hit me hard. It wasn’t just the purr of her soft voice or that way she sauntered in and out of the rooms. It was the entire package all rolled up into this wonderful, adorable persona that I couldn’t get enough of.
I would wait with anticipation for her to show up to where I was. It was like a craving for chocolate. I couldn’t get enough of her presence. Yes. I adored her.
I was Cyrano and she was my Roxanne.
She was my…