I don’t feel this way anymore, but I’m too proud of this piece of writing to throw it away.

In the parking lot of Barnes & Noble, you were a vision, a sight for sore eyes. I had just parked, and was sitting in my car, making sure I had everything I needed before getting out. In the midst of rummaging through my purse, I heard a distinguishable Yoshimura exhaust. I instinctively looked up and we immediately locked eyes. You were drawn to the parking spot directly ahead of me; It was as if we created some sort of gravitational pull. I watched as you pulled in the clutch, kicked all the way down to first, then, the smoothest I’ve ever seen, clicked half a step up to neutral. KSD, you turned off your bike, rested your gloved hands on the tank, and let your eyes remain locked on me. As you sat like this for about 15 seconds, I took the time to admire you. I adored that despite the humid weather, you still wore full gear (There’s nothing I can’t stand more than a guy that says, “But it’s jersey ridin’ weather!”) It showed that you were responsible and loved life. Your shield was flipped open, and all that was visible were your dark eyes against your tan complexion—This was enough to send me over. You were so mysterious… All black gear, black bike, 99% of your body hidden—Not allowing my eyes to wander, but definitely allowing my mind to envision. But, it was obvious you were young, took care of yourself, and an experienced rider (The 1000rr made this apparent). I could tell you were grinning because of how your cheeks pressed up against the padding in your helmet. You looked as if you were reading my mind, which made me feel exposed and vulnerable. I got out of the car and broke the eye contact, in hopes of escaping you hearing my thoughts. But, instead of escaping fully and walking to Barnes & Noble, my legs pulled me the opposite way… straight to you. (I didn’t realize it till now, but deep down, I wanted you to read my mind and hear my thoughts louder than anyone.) I had no course of action, no plan of attack. All I knew, was that I needed to know you. Apparently, you had the same desire, because you beat me to the punch. You took off your helmet, said, “Hello,” and smiled.