The first time you truly looked into my eyes, it was like the world suddenly shifted on its axis. I was just sitting alone, nursing a lukewarm matcha latte, when I looked up and realized you were looking into my soul. The sunlight streamed through the window, catching the spark of your smile and illuminated your face. My breath hitched. It wasn't just your appearance, though you are undeniably beautiful. It was the way they you moved, shifting the weight of your body, sticking your hands into your jeans pocket, with this quiet confidence that radiated from you like a fire slowly rising like the heat between us.

We locked eyes as the space between disappeared, and time seemed to slow down. I felt a jolt like my heart came alive. It was a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. It was like a current, electric and unexpected, passing between us.

You were serious, but that smile. This slow, captivating smile that reaches through me physically. And that was it. I was yours.

Afterwards I thought back to our first conversation, remembering that it was a whirlwind. We talked about everything and nothing, bouncing from philosophy to music, to the most ridiculous constructs. Your voice is soothing, and it poured over me like a silk sheet, and your words flowed effortlessly, witty and insightful. I found myself hanging onto every syllable, mesmerized by the way your mind worked. You challenge my assumptions, made me question my own beliefs, and somehow, made me feel both incredibly intelligent and incredibly foolish all at once. Growing up as I did, having always felt less than, you made me feel like I was more and yet equal to your brilliance. 

It wasn't just the content of our conversations that enchanted me. It was the way you listened, truly listened, with an intensity that made me feel seen and heard in a way I never had before. The way you've always asked insightful questions, remembered the smallest details I'd mentioned, and seemed genuinely interested in every aspect of my life, however mundane, makes me come alive. In the middle of my ordinary life, a fairy tale appeared.

With you, I have always felt like I could be completely myself, without fear of judgment or ridicule. You embrace my quirks, my flaws, my passions, my anxieties. You make me feel safe, cherished, understood.

And so began our dance, a captivating interplay of words, ideas, and emotions. Each conversation has been a new adventure, a journey into the depths of our minds and the complexities of our souls. You have me spellbound, not just by the first time I truly looked in your eyes, but by the magic that unfolded in the space between us, woven entirely from the threads of our conversations. Yet, this story only resides within me, being written,  waiting for your eyes to read.