Gone

There you were. In the middle of the chip and cookie aisle at the grocery store. Holding a basket filled with groceries in the crook of your elbow. You were looking at the Chips Ahoy cookies, turning them over in you hands. You hair was jet black, cut finely around your ears. You wore a white tee-shirt and black ripped jeans. I decided right then and there that I wanted to ask you out. I quickly checked your left hand. No ring, I smiled. You only looked about two years older than me, so I tried to catch your gaze. You looked up from the cookies, and stared at me. You smiled, a kind-of crooked grin. Then you put the cookies back on the shelf and walked closer to me. Biting your lip, you came closer until you were only an inch or two away. Then you whispered in my ear, the sweetest thing I've ever heard anyone say, even to this day. Your breath tickled my ear, but I ignored it. "You look beautiful today." You said, and kissed me. Right there in the aisle. The electricity was amazing! Nothing like all the other guys who'd kissed me. You pointed behind me, so I looked. And when I looked again, you were gone.