She doesn't remember exactly how, when, or even where she first met him…but she does remember…the sound of his voice when he first told her his name. A gift of a whisper, rather uneven and low in
tone, with a soft, dry chuckle, and crooked side smile. She wasn’t too fond of the name but that didn’t matter much… anything would have sounded beautiful when he said it. At her blatant
disappointment and ridicule, he offered another name to call him by, one she might like better. She blinked, letting her eyelids close a half second too long, without really knowing why…all she
knew was that this name sounded much more fitting. She didn't know it then, but that was probably the moment she fell in love for the first time.
They were standing at the time and she, being much shorter and unaccustomed to meeting people’s eyes, did not look at his face but rather straight at her eye level, right at the collar of his
shirt, glancing down once or twice at his hands. At the sound of his voice she looked up at him, slightly surprised to find him so close, his head leaned down to her level. The lights were bright
white, the lockers in the background were blue…it was sixth grade…and his smile… his smile was like the sun. The brightness of the image burned into her memory… it was the only photographic memory
she had, and still is, aside from only one other scene. How or why this was she did not know for sure nor did she give it a second thought until many years later. Instances have occurred, however,
when the image would pop out on its own at the thought of him, which were quite rare since most actions and events dealing with him were led by pure impulse. It was just there and it just was.
What she did know for sure was that he was truly, undeniably something special. Something bright shone inside him, infusing the air around him with warmth and radiance and it didn’t matter to her,
as it usually did, that his eyes were blue or what he looked like, it was that voice, it was that smile, it was the radiance of his sun and its gravity pulling her in.
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