There she was

My type, that’s what she was, just my type. Standing across the room, there she was - perfection. There she was, chatting with another guy.

A very long time ago, but I still recall how I felt, seeing unattainable perfection. A physical feeling exploding in my chest that was a combination of desire and despair in equal measure. I was driven to flick a nervous glance across the room to her and then to look quickly away. But she had caught and returned my glance and held it – agony. Love at first sight. That’s what she says. So do I.