First Impressions

It was at the movies
on a day with no intentions that we met.
He was standing under the overcast with no pretenses,
Dressed with no one but himself in mind.
Inhaling the drag of his cigarette,
He was a God among men. 
And I was seeking redemption.
There was a pull between us.
The kind that you only see between star crossed lovers in the movies.
Lustful and intense.
Passionate and engaging
I was hooked.
Smiling non-chalantly in a world I thought wasnt anyones but my own.
He smiled back.
And for a moments time,
The jaded girl who was cynical about love
didn't exist.
Our eyes were locked and we could only see the versions of ourselves that hadn't yet been broken.
We were no longer spitting images of people our parents wanted to forget,
Instead,
we were the finishing touches of a maserpiece.
The last pieces to the puzzle.