It was 5 am, and we were standing on the balcony. He had me cornered against the edge. Above us, the sky was that beautiful electric blue that only exists just before sunrise. The kind that still gives you enough time to get lost in the night before the morning finds you. I can guarantee his view was glorious. Mine was him, being the sweetest he’d ever been.
Then he leaned in and said, “Do you know the first time I saw you? I had no idea who you were. You walked right past me.”
I laughed. And strangely enough, somewhere in the back of my mind, I think I remember that exact moment.
I vaguely remember hearing someone say, “You look really beautiful,” as I walked past them. I never turned around. I just kept walking. But from the corner of my eye, I must have caught a glimpse of a man whose face I would never remember.
Then he took my hand and tapped it against his chest to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Da. Da. Da. Da.
“This,” he said, “is how your heart normally beats.”
Then he sped it up.
“Dadadadada.”
“And that’s what happened when I saw you.”
He said that in that moment, he forgot the world for a second and everything around him stood still.
It was the way he tried to put into words what he’d felt in a fleeting moment, not knowing whether we’d ever actually meet.
It was adorable.
Then he told me that from that moment on, he did everything he could to find out who I was.
To my hopelessly romantic ears, it sounded like something straight out of a movie.
The rest of dawn was history.
I would’ve fallen for him right then and there if I weren’t just a little more self-aware. But even my self-aware heart isn’t immune to reckless romance every now and then.
So I let it consume me.
She Was Sea 