The Day Was Perfect

It was a February morning, not cold but it wasn't
warm yet, clouds scattered the sky, the sun was a
glowing beautiful yellow chasing away the fog, it was
the kind of day a poet like me would call romantic. The
perfect day to fall in love, the perfect day to realise
everything you were looking for is right here.
So perfect that the rest of my life pale in comparison
to the moment our eyes met and my soul recognised
yours.
That day suddenly my universe stopped, my breathing
stopped my heart skipped a beat. Just like all those
poets before me had taught me. Just like a cliched
bollywood movie.
The moment of realisation, it hit me like a truck,
changing everything so permanently. I was in love, I
had been in love for so long now, I didn't know when
it happened, I didn't know why it happened and I
definitely did not know how it happened when I had
promised myself not to fall for another. But you were
there larger than life, larger than me, my sun, so bright,
so much gravity, so impossible to ignore, your carefree
smile, your warm hands, your incomparable kindness,
your goofy talks, your possessiveness, every tiny detail
about you had my undivided attention. I was in love
with this incredibly perfect guy, I had called a friend
for so long. Suddenly it wasn't friendship anymore,suddenly it wasn't effortless anymore, suddenly I wasn't good enough. I was spiralling in the inside, while
in the outside I was trying out High heels to impress
you? And then it happened, you called me beautiful
and I was once again the sunflower that found its sun.
Despite having seen you everyday for years, that day
was special. You had filled my heart, you filled my mind
just like you had filled my soul, you filled the cracks, the
ugly scars, I thought I would carry with me forever. Yes
that day was perfect.
Brows drawn over the confused feeling an answering
smile spread on my lips, had you asked something,
or was it my excitement on seeing you in the cap I
would come to love so dearly, I would never know the
answer to that. In that moment I didn't know the writer
in me which seemed to have gone on a hiatus will rush
back, afterall she had found her eternal muse. In that
moment all I knew was that I wanted to kiss you, claim
you for myself just like my soul had claimed your.