Striding down the street, I try my best to avoid the other bustling people, deep in the heart of New York City. Among the gray jackets and dark colored formal wear, I feel camouflaged in the center of it all. Just another dull person in a crowd of dull people. I quickly glance around as I stand in the white paint of a crosswalk, and I catch sight of a ray of sunshine in the crowd. She lingers in the middle of the road, wearing a long, flowy dress of Sunflower Yellow. Her coffee colored hair is pulled back into an updo of luscious curls. It seems like my imagination is fabricating all of her beauty, like she doesn’t truly exist. No one else seems to notice her, but I can’t help but stand and admire. All of the cars around her seem to vanish. She blinks, and her head begins to turn slowly. 

Towards me. 

She must’ve felt my eyes, glued to her as I watched the fabric of her dress extend behind her due to a slight breeze. When her eyes finally meet mine, it’s as if my life had been perfectly meaningless until this very moment. I become engulfed in the entire ecosystem behind her eyes, the brightest shade of green. I read the thoughts and ideas that captivate her mind like an open book, just by looking through her onyx pupils.

I feel my heart drop down to my ankles like a brick being dropped off of the Empire State Building, in the best way possible. Memories of spending so many nights alone, at home, never having someone to be there beside me. Even with my inexperience, I can’t help but wonder: Is this love at first sight?

 Suddenly, the street disappears, and my mind only sees two things: Me and Her. I’m sucked into her eyes, unable to escape. I don’t want to escape. 

My gaze is only ripped away when a blaring horn startles me. An angry looking man, sitting in a taxi cab, is making gestures at me, hoping that I wouldn’t wait any longer to move out of the crosswalk. I lose sight of her for only a moment before I immediately look back, hoping to see her yellow shape once more. She is nowhere to be found. My heart leaks from its place in my ankles, and I stand in a puddle of my own broken dreams.

Maybe she didn’t exist after all. 

My future of more of those nights alone flashes before my eyes. My eyes swell with a pool of tears. Unwillingly, I carry on with my perfectly meaningless life.