“Next stop, Broadway Junction” the loud speaker said. Anxiously I waited, tapping my feet on the train floor. My heart was starting to race and my palms felt sweaty but nothing could describe the feeling in my stomach. “Broadway Junction” the loud speaker finally said. I got up, took a deep breath, checked my hair, and took a look back to where I was sitting, just to make sure I didn’t leave anything behind. I waited for the doors to open. The doors opened and immediately I felt the burst of warm air softly blow against my cheeks. I looked around trying to spot him from a crowd. I turned to my left and then to my right. I started to get worried, I hate to wait because then I just get paranoid. What if something happened to him on the way here? What if he forgot? Than right at that moment I felt his arms wrapped around me and I knew everything would be okay.
I remember everything that day so clearly. Every moment captured so I can replay it over and over in my mind. I remember the smell of the fall air, cool and crisp. The sound of the leaves crackling beneath my feet was the only sound I could hear. I could feel the chill of the air that seeped through the pores of my jean jacket. I got goose bumps but it wasn’t because I was cold, it was because of his smile. His smile was all I could see. Everything else was just a blur of insignificant matter.
This would be the first time I fall in love. Everything about that day was so picturesque, like straight out of romance novel or movie. Everything was perfect. Perfect was the way he looked into my eyes. Perfect was the way he tried to hold my hand and how by reflex I pulled away and yet for his second attempt he succeeded. Perfect was how the train would be crowded so that instead of the pole to hold on to, I’d hold onto him. Perfect was how he made himself look foolish in public just to see me smile. Perfect was the weather that made it just right to be able to warm each other up. Perfect was how standing in the middle of Times Square and amidst all the lights, the only lights I saw were the reflection in his eyes. Perfect was how he hugged me good-bye. Strong and tightly, as if he was saying I don’t know when I’ll see you again but I hope I’ll see you soon. Perfect was the split-second in time where I turned around called out his name, ran towards the turnstile, closed my eyes and kissed him. Perfect was when he finally did let go, without any words at all his eyes said, I’ve fallen in love you.
