The day I first met you

I can still remember the first time we met. We were in college and I used to have this little fantasy that I would meet the guy of my dreams by bumping into him whilst I was carrying my books, he would then help me pick them up and our hands would touch. Finally, we'd gaze into each other's eyes and then it'd be love at first sight (I had been reading too many fanfics at that time).

Unfortunately, that's not what happened... We met because you were throwing a tennis ball at your friend playing catch. On one of you threw the ball too hard and your friend moved out of the way, it ended up hitting me in the face out of all places (like seriously why couldn't you have hit me in the arm or something). Anyways back to the story, you ran over to me asking if I was ok and asked if you could make it up to me. I suggested that you take me out to the little ice cream shop that just opened and you agreed. Whilst you walked away back to your friend I thought to myself, "It's a date".

You see I already had a crush on you for the past year. The thing was I didn't like you for your looks or the fact that you were Mr Popular, but I liked you for the kind little deeds you did like holding open a door for someone or helping someone pick up something they dropped. I liked you for your personality. You were in my tutor and my maths however you didn't seem to know who I was even though I knew who you were, however, I do remember one thing that happened during maths.

A girl you were dating for 3 days came up to you and spat at you and slapped your face claiming that you were cheating on her, you never denied it or admitted to it, as she angrily stormed off I sat there thinking to myself, "No way would you cheat on her, you're too nice to". It just didn't seem like something you would do, you were too kind to do such a thing, I didn't let that change my mind on what I thought about you, as you can't believe everything you hear.