…….you know, I remember the first time I ever saw you look at me. I mean you looked at me before then, but I never caught you “looking” with intention until that moment. We were in the music room and our friend was rehearsing his solo. A girl was sitting in one chair with me on my right, and I was admiring his voice and you were sitting on the floor looking at me looking at him. And in the corner of my eye I saw it. There was a glimmer, a sparkle in your look. Like you were staring at a Tiffanys diamond or a beautiful sunset. You didn’t have a smile on you. It was a little smirk. Because the rest of your face was engaged in a captivated expression of joy and utter focus as to all of the simple details that made me the person you were beginning to like. Or maybe you already liked me. I wonder when you started too. Just wanted to bring back up probably one of the best, simplest, most beautiful memories in my heart. You weren’t asking for much. Just a chance at my heart. And I think on that day, you stole it.