An appropriate beginning to Valentine’s Day

Last night I fell in love.  I met her during a class I just started.  She sat right next to me.  She has blue eyes; every time she looked at me they pierced my being.  The eyes combined with a stunning smile, a gentle warmth consumed me my body ever time our gaze met.  Her curly auburn hair draped over her shoulders, framing her light skinned face, providing a pleasing contrast.

Not much was said during the class, she shared a few comments with me here and there regarding the class material.  Asking to borrow a pen and such.

She sat to the left of me so I could not help but notice what looked like large abrasion on her right arm, on otherwise pale soft skin, exposed by a sleeveless blouse.  After the classroom session ended I accompanied her to the commons/food court and we grabbed the cleanest stools we could find and talked.

After some small talk, I pressed her with a question about the arm discoloration.  She attempted to pass it off as a temporary skin condition, nothing infectious.  Her eyes began to tear up, but I could not determine why.  Was she lying about it?  Perhaps they were brought about by a violent event?  Or perhaps she was embarrassed about it?

I smiled, apologized for asking such a forward question; it was none of my business.  She wiped the tears developing in her eyes.

We conversed further, and then a woman of another couple who had previously been sitting at another table next to us stopped by our table and complimented us.  She said we were a handsome couple, and even though she was sorry for eavesdropping, complimented me on my politeness towards my new companion.

We talked for what seemed like hours, I felt love grow by the minute.  And then I woke up.  Fuck you unconscious self…