First of all, it wasn’t a moment when I first saw you and thought of how beautiful you are.
When I first looked at you, I more looked through you.
First presentation of the year, I guess I missed yours.
First conversation went unnoticed.
First Facebook message was just a new friend, a new glance, another first hello.
First time I volunteered, you were there.
First.
I don’t know what it was, but that first hit me.
It was bubbling.
Before that first.
It’s crazy to think that I went all that time just seeing through you, busy in my own mind, already on the next task. You spent that time with your own world, with your own mind, seeing /m e/. It's crazy to think that you payed so much attention to somebody who couldn’t see you. It’s crazy you know I couldn’t see you and like me anyway and I’m sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry. It’s not as if you aren’t special or weren’t special or weren’t /t h e r e/ but I can be in one place and completely in another simultaneously and dear god I’m happy I was there at that bell ringing.