April 8th, 2018.
When I saw you for the first time, I didn’t really see you. I saw your face and all of its features. I saw your eyes, your hair, and your smile. But I didn’t see you. It wasn’t until you approached me. When you approached me, I saw you, and I saw everything. I saw your name, I saw where you were from, I saw what made you who you are today. On our first date, I saw how you smiled when I talked. I saw how you grinned when I misplaced my I.D., frantically searching for it so we could get into that rated R movie. I saw how compassionate you were when I realized I had left it at home, and we ended up seeing something else. Later on, I saw how you subtly held my hand during the movie, eventually engulfing me in your warm embrace. I saw how you rubbed my small hand with your big thumb, it leaving a tingling sensation on my skin. I saw how you walked me to the car, and how you kissed me for the first time. I saw how you blushed when I pulled your hand away from my thigh, insisting we wait. And at the end of the night, I saw how you were my future. And to this day, I see how you treat me as if it were our last day together and we would never see one another ever again. I see you, and our future.. and I love what I see.