I remember getting into his car on our first time hanging out. I kept thinking about how surreal it felt to be sitting alone in a car with such a good looking guy. His voice. His laugh. His smile. He was so attractive, but at the same time, one of the nicest people I had ever met. We went running together that day, and after, just sat in his car, in the parking lot of a waterfront park. We talked.. and talked. I don't remember what we talked about that day, but I do remember how I felt. Excitement overwhelmed me as I tried to believe that someone like him could be interested in someone like me. He didn't take me home right away, so I tried my best to assure myself that this was a good sign. I wanted to scream. He was honest, down to earth, not full of himself, funny, and just so so likeable. Why was he interested in me? After that day, I was determined to become the type of girl he deserved. I found who I wanted to be with on that sunny August day, five years ago. He dropped me off at home, and while I held myself back from hugging the life out of him as I said goodbye, I felt like I was floating, in some dream that I accidentally fell into. I never felt so happy, complete, and focused in my entire life. I was in love. I felt naive to think so, and I wouldn't dare say it out loud to anyone. I am, and always have been, a sucker for love movies and love books, and I couldn't believe that I was finally writing my own love story.
