Two Weeks

It took me two weeks. Two weeks to fall in love with you.

The first week, I met you.
I saw you for the first time in English class, January fourteenth.
Eleven-fourty-three.
You glanced at me slightly, and my breath caught in my throat.
I gave a quick smile, and walked to my next class.
That slight glance made my entire day.

During the next week, I collected those smiles, glances, and small chats. I locked them in a special place in my memory, just for you.
I'll never forget those little things.

Those little things where what made me get up in the morning.
When I felt sad, tired, or just lonely, I thought of your smiling face and gorgeous features.
They brightened my day.

The second week, we became friends.
We starting talking a little more, and mutual friends connected us.
The special place in my memory was almost full, all the little things turning to big things.
The conversations were longer, deeper, and suddenly secrets were between us.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw you. You changed my perspective of life.

Finally, the second week passed. I was head-over-heels in love.
I hoped you were too.

I was sitting on the swings, on that certain day.
You appeared at my side, and jumped on the other chain-swing.
You words were simple, sweet, but made me want to scream over the mountains.
"I love you."

It took me two weeks. Two weeks to fall in love with you. <3