You've seen those photographs where the background is blurred, where the only part in focus is the person whom is pictured. That was him on our first date. Every other detail of that placed blurred as every part of me focused in every aspect of him.
On their first date they fell in love, yet it would be a while before they'd give in to their emotions, before they admitted to themselves and one another what had happened that night.
On their first date she hadn't been sure that it was a date, perhaps he wanted to talk about something. Yet from the start there was a chemistry, a spark, and they talked for hours so easily. It wasn't simply a first date, it was the first time she'd met a man who captivated her so completely, of whom she wanted to savour every detail.
A first date brought up so many emotions, hope being the most giddy-making of them all. She had a good feeling about this guy, from the good weather to the way everything that day had been so smooth and reassuring. Days such as those are rare and so she took it as a good omen.
Their first date had been cracking sidewalks and watery sunshine that struggled past the clouds. They had made several loops of their block, how many neither of them can recall. On the first few circuits the talk had been shy, almost becoming familiar and then each of them backing away. Another few circuits and they knew more about one another than many members of their own family, their fingers entwined in a loose grip. On the final loop around Raj had pulled Amy close into a kiss that stopped all her anxious thoughts dead in their tracks. They both knew in that instant they had found their other half and that fate had dealt them a dangerous hand...
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