First Impressions

Here we are, we just met and yet, I can't seam to get you off of my mind. I know that it's wrong, I know it's not right, but that doesn't seam to matter. When I first saw you, I admit, that it was your looks, that had my heart beating fast. The longer that you were near, and we talked, and laughed, I fell in love with something else. The way you talked, the way you laughed, the way you smiled when you looked at me... when I looked at you. It was the mixture of these things, that had me shaking nervously. I may be young, and I may be naieve, but I know what I feel, what I feel for you. When we talk, I feel as if I can tell you, everything that there is to know, about who I am. When we kissed, I felt the world grow brighter. It may never happen again, but just that one kiss, was enough for me. When it was over, you looked at me, and I at you. You asked me what? What was I looking at? and I said you, just you.