Walking through those doors of the pizza store, the only thing I was expecting to get was my food, I was wrong. I remember it like it was yesterday; I can still feel the sweat dripping down my face as I walked from the gym to the pizza pallor. It was cold outside, almost winter time of my sophomore year in high school. As I walked into the pallor, I noticed a girl folding pizza boxes. I have seen her around school before, but never as I saw her that day. She was beautiful. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She stood there, blonde hair with the most heavenly eyes and a smile that still makes me melt. If there is such thing as "Love at First Site," that was it, I had experienced it.
It's funny, I'll never remember exactly what I ordered to eat that day, but I'll never forget how beautiful she looked in her maroon "Schiano's" shirt and black pants.
For days I couldn't stop thinking about her. It seemed more and more I would notice her around school. I had gotten wind of her past relationships and all I could think about was what I could do to make her happy. I wanted to be the one who made her smile, the one who never made her cry. I wanted to be "that guy," the one she came to with her problems and her good days. I wanted to be her shoulder to cry on if the time called for it. I wanted to be the one who would comfort her and make her feel like she deserves the world. Because lets face it, she does.
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