Love Essay, Research Paper

As I was sitting in class, I could feel someone?s eyes on me. I looked to my right, and there he was. His eyes were twinkling and his smile dazzled me. As I returned the smile, I noticed how extremely attractive he was. His clothes were nothing special at first glance, just jeans and a T-shirt, but the way he looked so confident in them, he could have just stepped off of the cover of a fashion magazine. His hair was perfectly tousled and gelled in place, and his eyes were an intense blue gray. I knew I needed to focus on the lecture that the professor was giving, but his stellar smile had me frozen in place. He turned his head back to the front, and I assumed he had returned to his note taking, but as I finally turned my attention back to the professor?s notes, I could feel his intense gaze upon me again.

When the class finally ended and I was making my way toward the exit, he flashed me another one of his breathtaking smiles. I was still thinking about him as he approached me in the hallway. Our conversation started out with a simple ?Hi.? We continued talking as we walked out of the building, and as we made our way to the ped mall, and then time seemed to stop as we listened to one another tell of our own separate journeys to college. We didn?t even have the slightest comprehension of the time that had passed until it was dark, and by then, we knew enough about each other?s lives that we could write biographies. As the conversation finally came to a close, and I returned home that evening, I continued to think of the encounter that I had with him that afternoon. I found him captivating.

I was completely distracted by my thoughts of him throughout the evening. I had been a long time since I had such a great conversation with someone, let alone a person I just met. He seemed to care about what I had to say, and was very interested in hearing my story of how I ended up at Lee. While he was speaking to me, I was hanging on his every word. I did not want him to ever stop talking. I found myself truly concerned with the things that had gone on with his life. I went to bed that night content, and thankful that I had met someone I felt so comfortable with. And as I walked into class two days later and sat down, I could feel someone?s eyes upon me.