I remember feeling my eyes dilate when I first laid eyes on him that one August night in Savannah, Georgia. Nothing else existed when I saw him, and in fact the world seemed to tear away from my grasp the minute our eyes locked. I was just me, him, and this massive hurricane blur of noise and chatter than seemed to clamor about me like an orchestra practicing before the symphony.
“Who is he?”, I asked my roommate Christine.
“I have no clue hon”, she replied.
“I think I’m in love”
“Oh good lord give it a rest”