Ryan's POV

It was a heart attack.

My breath caught in my throat, my defenses flew away as I was dazed by her mesmerizing beauty. It felt as if my heart was jumping on strings in jolly, rotating and flipping all at once. The moment I spotted her from afar, I knew she had to be mine. Her aesthetically perfect face had the most attractive brown eyes, artistically drawn eyebrows, delicately tapered nose and luscious lips. Her cascading mane of dark hair and olive skin glistening under the radiant sun only made her divine. She wore a pale pink strapless dress of some fabric that did nothing to hide her curves and all but foamed around her when she moved. This cannot be earthly, no human can be that beautiful. She must be an angel!

The pretty woman was walking right directly towards me. I briefly lost my bearing. Turn right, turn left, smile or no poker face, I debated in my head. But she walked past me to hug a 6' 2 gentleman. I could hear them chatting animatedly but I could not decipher the details. I was jealous of the guy who was privileged to have her voluptuous breasts pressed against his chest. I barely knew her but there I was having this aggressive heart attack from jealousy.

When I drew closer to them, I heard her saying, "Hey bro, let's met Hailey at the other side of the road." I found my heartbeat normalised- my heart relaxing in solace knowing that he was just her brother. The tall tented T waves, the annoying U waves and their associates valporated- sinus rhythm had been established.

They turned and began walking towards the opposite direction. I yearned to speak to her, but I was so smitten by her beauty that I was dumbfounded. We could have exchanged numbers, I could have proved to her that I was the guy to rock her world. Maybe, her brother was going to be a hindrance. Next time, maybe next time, I will master the courage to say, "Hey, I am Ryan."

I observed as she floated away with her brother to greet their friend, Hailey. She was holding take- outs from Fancy gray restaurant. They were so engrossed in such a deep conversation that I began wondering what they heck they were talking about. This was the exact moment in time, I wished that the universe would grant me this one wish of reading lips.

Somehow I found myself gravitating towards her like a metal being pulled by a magnet. Somehow, I was in the middle of the road, oblivious of where my foot was settling. I was floating in love, but literally walking in danger. Speaking of danger, I was nearly run over by a motorcycle. The ridder got off his bike and began hurling insults on me like bombs from the very pits of hell. He had one gabbage can mouth. I strode away like a flash before he started another rendition of insults.

When I got to the other side of the road, they had vanished like air. I marched gallantly to the restaurant in hopes of seeing her by some freakish cupid phenomenon. Asking any and everyone about my angel, I turned in to detective Ryan with a sole purpose and aim of gathering every lump and chunk of info about my future...

Even when the answer was no, I don't know her, I persisted. I was fueled by hope, foolish, foolish, foolish hope. I thought of giving up and admitting that it was all an imagination. However, out of the thousands I spoke to, one gave me all the information I needed.

"She is called Alison. She attends Rose wood High," the elderly woman said. "She is such a good girl. Her parents are deacons at Church."

I was amazed at how freely she was disclosing info about her. I wondered what more I could learn about her before the day ended. I accompanied her to car, when I was about turning away, she held my hand.
"I noticed how you've been staring at Alison. I see you are a good boy and I hope you two end up together."

I was one lucky guy. Although, I was unable to speak to Alison, I blessed the stars for ordering everything in perfect harmony for this chance meeting. If it wasn't cosmic, I doubt that out of the blue, on a Sunday, I would have decided to go to tour the city. Truly, this Gem of a city has too many things to offer. Feeling the salty night air brushing my nose and being content, I was determined to explore its in and outs in full and surely with my angel by my side. There is nothing as amazing as exploring new environs.

A microsecond changed everything when I laid eyes on her. The mystique misery I felt early on was ebbing away and being eclipsed by a profound kindling joy. The nostalgia from leaving Italy to this place had waved away like a train travelling in the distance. I found myself pausing between my activities to picture her. Every book I opened, every dish I washed, every TV I watched... had her face on it. Once I almost completely flooded the house when I paused amidst watering the flowers.

Sometimes, I would go to the place where we first met, with the intention of catching a glimpse of her exceptional beauty. Indeed, my new found hobby was looking out for Alison. When the time came to choose a high school to attend, I swiftly suggested Rosewood high to my parents. The ironic thing is that when I got there, I hardly got to see her. The few times I did, I just starred at her, too dazed to speak. She never noticed me- sadly. Later, she became as scarce as feathers on a fish. I yearned to see her- I was obsessed, addicted maybe. I need doses of Alison, qid. I guess that was what they call Crazy in Love.

After mising her more than life, seeing her again felt like dejavu... And I just knew.

Fate was at work!

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