First love

Essay by AT53College, UndergraduateA, June 2006

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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.

The hardest thing about being interested in someone is when they're wrapped up on someone else. I...