my whole body shook hours after you took my hand and told me
it was nice to meet me.
no one has thought it was nice to meet me in years,
since I was a child and “cute” was still a good compliment,
when “beautiful” seemed like an adult word.
I used to think that our eyes would meet when we were in the same room together,
but they didn’t just simply meet,
they slammed right into each other and have not looked away.
If our eyes fell in love so quickly,
what will become of us?