Breathing

I remember the first moment I saw him.

I remember because that was the first moment I really lost my breath.

I turned around and there he was peeking around the corner and it was as if every breath of air in my lungs that I had ever sucked down had been empty of all oxygen.

It was as if the world had stopped on its axis and spun backwards.

I know it sounds cliché and dumb, but that’s the fact of the matter.

I never believed in love at first sight until then.

I stopped believing in it a few months later.

When I talked to him for the first time.

He was dull and ignorant and just dumb in general.

I tried my best to think of him as playing it close to the vest and being some sort of intriguing.

But he wasn’t. So I stopped.

And that was that. I learned to breathe again.