The beginning - her experience

I had never noticed anyone before that cold December night. But once I noticed HIM, I knew he was (still is!) the love of my life. All I had to do was making him notice me too! Which was weird at first because I had never felt like this for a guy. Guys come to me first and then I notice them. In my 20 (well 21 next month but who's counting?) years, I had never fallen for a guy who was not already mesmerized by me. To be honest, I have no idea why I was always "successful" with the opposite sex. I always had guys surrounding me but I am not the sexy magazine-beautiful type. I see myself as an average pretty but smart girl-woman. But that cold December night, I noticed someone first for the first time. God bless Starbucks (the second love of my life). He was standing in front of me. Right in front of me. Wearing that cologne that still gives me shivers. I remember my inner self screaming in my head "TALK TO HIM!! SAY HI!!! TALK TO HIM". But I only found the courage to talk, not actually talk but desperately shout to him, when the barista shouted his drink (Mocha Praline) and realized that he was going to grab it and leave.

I leaned towards him while shouting a hi in the weirdest vocals ever and smiled the most huge smile I ever smiled in my life. Poor guy.. He was surprised and scared and spilled the hot drink everywhere including my black Celine bag. And I was still smiling because he finally looked me in the eyes.. Those huge green eyes.. Looking into my humble dark brown ones.. Yes, at that point, I was certain. He. Was. Mine. And that was the beginning. Our beginning.