Look beyond the imperfections

To Her We met under some complicated circumstances, and truthfully I was extremely afraid to have started. The "what if's", were stronger than ever. What if I get played again? What if I'm walking into a trap? What if she's just using me? What if.. I get hurt or scarred again? What would I do if all those were true, how would I get back up again? But even with all that, I took a dive. Life's all about taking risks, if we never venture out we'll never know. If we're to hide behind our insecurities and trust issues, how would we ever learn that there are some actual real people out there? People who are actually pure at heart. I remember the first time I laid eyes on her. My heart beated so incredibly fast that I thought I was having an anxiety attack but that wasn't the case. It happened everytime our eyes connected. I remember telling myself, don't be a fool, it's impossible. Impossible, I tell you. But I couldn't help it.. I couldn't help but stare at how beautiful she was. From head to toe, her smile and her angelic voice.. Her damn voice. It was so soft to the ears, like a beautiful melody in the air. A tingling sensation that shot through my body at the sound of her voice. She was attractive. How every step was kept at a certain distance due to restrictions, boy I wished we could've walked side by side in hopes of our footsteps matching. To late night snacking we went, I felt myself wanting to hear her talk more but it would only occur if it was instigated. I wanted to see her smile, hear the sound of her voice and her eyes. I was hooked. The sound of her laughter forever embedded in my mind.. I wished she was mine. The thought of that idea troubled me because at that moment and time, it wasn't possible. Frankly speaking, the idea shocked me. How could I even think like that when she belonged to another? The disappointment was real. Ending the night with a simple handshake but the feeling of her hand against mine felt too nice to forget. Oh dear. As each day passed, given an opportunity to talk amongst ourselves through text became an addiction for me.. Glued to my phone more than ever.. I knew. I wanted her.