AugustMoon Day 9 photo prompt

There’s no love like first love.  What woman can forget her first?  It is all true – the silly things they say and sing about. I have felt it all.  I can admit it now. I’m old enough.  I can talk about it without embarrassment.

I remembered that moment of standing in the doorway.  The room was crowded and dimly lit.  Music was softly playing. My eyes furtively scanned the room.  I was caught by a pair of brown eyes looking straight at me.  He was very handsome and smiling at me.

I glanced over my shoulder.  Was there someone behind me?  Surely it wasn’t me he was smiling at.  I had my hand over my heart and a question on my face.  Who, me?  You want me?  He smiled and walked over.  In that moment I felt luminous.  The room stood still.  The noise fell silent into the background.  There was only me, standing and looking at him, thinking it can’t be true.

I am remembering all this  after many years.  I see it so clearly – the blue dress I wore, the friend I was with.  She was the one who kept pushing me to ‘pick up’ a guy.  But she was miserable towards me after.  I hardly noticed.  I had a prince charming.

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I am so enjoying writing for August Moon. It’s great time for slowing down and reflecting on life, enjoying all the colours and nuances it has to offer.  I am learning to appreciate and love myself better in the process.