Our eyes meet through the glass. My heart skips and tension constricts my throat.
Flustered I stand silently beside you, as though we are old friends and this is not the first we meet.
I wonder what you think, desiring to know everything filling your mind.
Nervous, awkward, I fish for words. Irony, being a wordsmith with none on my tongue.
Desperately I wish to just stare at you. Study you. Take you in. Memorize every detail as you sit across the table, before moving to my side.
Under scrutiny, I do not stare. I hold my breath finding words for the first time -though, they do not flow as I might wish.
Amid the constant distraction, I am aware of warmth. You are there beside me. It is real.
Every little detail swirls in a fog of delightful memory. Memories to recall forever.
A gentle guiding press, directing as we walk. When we stop your eyes pierce my soul, sending electricity through my chest. I have never known a “spark”. Who knew they felt like lightning?
Is this how Imprinting should feel? Searing into my chest forever the wondrous desire for you?