Is it cliche if our eyes met
Across a crowded room
The music stopped
And the only sound
Was my heart beating
Wildly in my chest?
Is it too familiar
If I stood and
Dreamily made my way
Ever closer and closer
Never taking my eyes
From his face?
Because it’s how it happened
How I didn’t see her
As she crossed the room
Carefully making her way
It’s how my head collided
With her tray of champagne
And I hit the floor
He pointed and laughed
But she reached down
Apologetic and concerned
And in my confusion
I leaned in for a kiss
That kiss started it all…
Originally published on Instagram’s Romance Writer Challenge June 2019
Prompt Day 2 “Meet Cute”
Natolie Webb 