It happened too quickly. I wished that all time would freeze as we spoke. It felt so wonderful being in the presence of the boy with good shoes.

He had eyes that held onto my face, promising me that I was his center of attention and that there was nothing else in the world that mattered so much as me. His eyes were so beautiful that they hurt to look into them. I looked back at him, and giggled uneasily.

He smiled back.

“Here, let me help you.” He said bending over and gathering my books that went tumbling out of my arms and into the floor when we crashed into each other.

I bent over and picked up my compass that had done a flip across the breezeway and stabbed into my hand several times.

Some of his friends stopped a few feet ahead of him, waiting for him to catch up. He quickly handed me my books and was off. The moment had ended.

It is unfair how you wait for time to pass you by and it slowly drones on and when you’re having fun, it zooms past you. I still stood there. Had I just been within the presence of a god?