You were the first guy I had those types of feelings for. The first time we met, sparks flew. We connected on a level that I never knew existed in me. It all led to a night of magic. In a crowded and noisy room, I was you just and me. We were in your room for a short time, but it felt like forever and I was in heaven. Then all in an instant, it ended. You created a hole in me that will take a long time, by someone very special, to fill. Although we no longer talk, when our paths cross, be it even for 30 seconds, the chills rock me with a force that knocks the wind out of my chest. You literally leave me breathless. It’s that smile. That imperfect, but somehow beyond perfection smile that comes to you with such ease. I can’t tear my eyes away from it. Yet, you live your life, carefree and oblivous to the effect of your presence. I really wish I could tell you how much I hated you and every bad thing I wish would happen to you. But the truth is, if I had the chance, I’d spend another night with you in the blink of an eye. The worst part of it all? I know I was just another number.