Red

    If you asked me how we met I would probably struggle to recall our first encounter, but with RED I can recall it as if it were just yesterday. It was back in college, freshman year to be exact. I knew of you because a friend of mine had been crushing on you, he asked me if I could somehow play cupid. The thing was we didn't have the same social circles, we were complete opposites. He spoke so highly of you, that even I was intrigued by the woman he described. I wanted to know you, but not for him. 

    The day you came into my line at the cash register, I felt as if my nerves were shaking with intrigue and excitement, yet I was nervous, what if I was just merely a face you encountered. I never thought about the long term, I just knew what I wanted for the short come, To be able to speak to you. You seem so poised and elegant. I remember seeing you, and your energy was infectious, I smiled and a waterfall of rambling and compliments fell out of me. I wanted you to think I was nice... but I may have come off as a flirt.