The Spark1 min read

We reach this rustic looking café; Karen had planned to introduce me to his girlfriend and her best friend. “Last night’s match was –” Rumi echoes in my mind, “I once had a thousand desires, but in my one desire to know you, all else melted away.”

We reach this rustic looking café; Karen had planned to introduce me to his girlfriend and her best friend.

“Last night’s match was –”

Rumi echoes in my mind, “I once had a thousand desires, but in my one desire to know you, all else melted away.”

Her eyes, oh they could never be classified as one color. They rebelled, taking on a different hue every moment. They had childishness mixed with maturity, whipped with understanding and topped with naughtiness.

“Hey!” reality floods in, “You must be Hayden. I have heard a lot about you. I am Scarlet and she’s Hazel my best friend.”

“Hi! It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I say shaking hands.

My hand still tingled where she touched it.

I have had instant crushes before but this girl took butterflies to a whole new level.

We started talking as if we knew one another forever. The energies just matched.

I don’t like hot chocolate. I never had. But when she handed me my cup and looked into my eyes while I tried it, it was the best thing I’d ever tasted.

Her infectious laugh and sanguine smile resulted in me staining my cream colored sweater, no doubt eventually scalding my bare hands. The next instant she was beside me, “Are you alright? I’ll grab you some medicine.”

 “I guess I found mine.”

Despite the bone-chilling weather, ruined clothing, and bodily injuries something sparked.

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