Faces

It has been said that you shouldn't fall in love with faces, that looks don't matter.  But when that face is absolutely perfect, it's a little hard to abstain.

It's easy to break rules like these, especially when you've got nothing better to do.  New school, new friends, new life.  I walked into 2nd period art and he sat right beside me, a David with a drawing pencil.  There was that heart flutter, that stomach heave.  I probably blushed.

For a whole semester we might have talked once.  I thinking I dropped my felt tip one day, and thanked him when he picked it up.  That moment sent cold tingles right to my feet.  I was 15 years old.  I did not know love.

I imagined him.  Wrote of him.  Dreamed of him.  He was perfection and I in his hold, though all I knew was his name.

Then I fell in love, and stopped dwelling on angels.