It was August when we first met. Heat waves were visibly rising from the pavement. Humidity was enhancing the thickness of the air as if you could grab it with your own hands. I’ve always felt a fondness for summer. Summer air has electricity in it. The days are long. Nights stay warm. The stars somehow feel closer. Moments tend to last longer. Dreams seem the slightest bit more attainable. I’ll never forget the moment that I first saw her. Those beautiful brown eyes. Her dark brown curls, flowing down just past her shoulders, were stunning. She wore Ugg slippers, crazy socks, baby blue shorts, and a t-shirt with a color that was indistinguishable from my eyes. Instantly, I felt this heat rise from my chest, through my shoulders and neck, all the way up to my face and ears. A warmth that radiated from my body. I had never felt anything remotely similar in my life. I figured that I should’ve by now, it was summer so it must be a side effect from the heat. That was the only explanation that made sense. What didn’t make sense was that I couldn’t take my eyes off this girl I had never met before. Did I know her from somewhere? Had we met before? Was I drooling? I felt like I had a locked jaw with my mouth wide open. Was my mouth really wide open? Why was I questioning my own existence? All that I could feel was this radiating heat. It flowed like lava down a volcano, surging to every inch of my body. I’d never felt this exposed before as if I was naked in front of an endless crowd. Bare for all to see.
This moment felt immortalized in space and time. It only lasted for seconds but it felt infinite. We didn’t speak much that first night. I was too busy taking names in pool. However, every time we were close that feeling came rushing back. That warmth was unforgettable.
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