It was magic. Great, big, wonderful magic. When their eyes first meet she got goose bumps all over her body. This was the one. The only, She just knew it from that moment. He leaned forward and started talking, but she couldn’t hear him.
She would never know that he had the voice of an angel, like silk against your skin. She would never know that when he was singing, he could heal broken hearts, and she would not ever her him say that he loved her. But she didn’t care. Because his oceanblue-eyes was looking at her. And it was magic.
This was love. She had tried to ignore it, avoid it, run away from it, but now it finally hade catch up with her. It scared her more than anything else in the world. Not love itself, but to lose someone you love. Everyone she held dear was gone. In one way or another. So now she didn’t even gave it a shot anymore. But now, standing in front of the most beautiful eyes in the world, her heart were beating her up inside. He smiled and time stood still. It was magic.