Living it up!

I remember the first time I saw him. In a white shirt and beige pants. He was sitting on the staircase. There was a door in between us. We were on either side. Every time someone passed through the door, I would get a glimpse of him. I remember, checking to see from below my lashes if he noticed me, but always hoped that he didn’t notice me noticing him.

I remember smiling a lot, so he would notice that. I remember feeling exhilaration and fear when our eyes met for a brief moment. I remember each moment of my body in slow motion… my eyes rushing away, my tummy doing a flip-flop, my breath catching, my thoughts mingling and swirling, the moment of feeling alive, the adrenaline rush, the urge to do a somersault and giggle, my fingers flexing and my toes curling. It was a moment when I felt fully alive; all my senses were thrumming in high wire like before a dangerous jump or a reckless act.

I’m thankful I remember every moment.

Has it ever happened to you?