My First Crush Moya Morgan ENG 121 Lesa Hadley April 25, 2016

My First Crush Once, I saw this amazingly handsome guy at Eisenhower High School in my physical education class during my sophomore year. I did not know Miguel's name, and I was too shy to walk up to him and introduce myself. Over time, after noticing him in class and around campus, I got to witnessed more of his beauty, attributes, and how romantic he can be. It was my junior year when my best friend, Tamera, and I joined show choir. The moment I set foot in that choir room, I saw my crush, Miguel, and time slowed down. He was a beautiful person I have ever seen in my life; Miguel was the most attractive guy that I have ever seen. Tamera had already known him, so she introduced me to him. He is about 5'9, an inch taller than me and has an ivory bronze complexion. His hair is the color of ebony and wavier than an ocean on a stormy day. His exotic Salvadorian eyes are the color of milk chocolate with eyelashes so long they curl at the end. His nose is pointy, and his lips are lusciously rosy pink. He has a deep timber in his voice, and a smile that can make me feel like a million and one butterflies are racing in my tummy. His smile brightens up my day as the glorious sun does to a blooming sunflower. Miguel is a real gentleman. He is sweet, kind, caring, respectful, and trustworthy. A week before our homecoming dance, Miguel kindly asked me if he could walk with me. My heart pumped, and I could not believe that he wanted to walk me home. I could not catch my breath at the moment, but I calmly said, "Yes." While walking, I was looking at him, and it was as if I was trapped in his good looks, and suddenly, he grabbed my hands and looked me straight in the eyes and asked me, "Will you go to the homecoming dance with me?" I was so speechless all I did was nod. The rest of the week was filled with the excitement of getting prepared for that special night. The evening of the dance, Miguel decided that we should meet where we first met, in the choir room. We were with other happy couples that were also our classmates, trophies that we won at competitions, classic piano music, and posters of composers and new age singers. I was wearing a Hawaiian looking dress. It was cover in flowers that have the colors of blue, yellow and lime green, but mostly baby blue, with black high heel sandals. Miguel was dress in a white dress shirt with a matching baby blue tie, black slacks, and black dress shoes. After we had been done taking pictures in the choir room, we moved our private party to the bigger one in the gymnasium. The theme for that night was "Winter Wonderland." The gym was transformed from a sweaty, smelly basketball court, to a winter wonderland. We danced for hours and ate bad tacos, as Miguel puts it. All through the night, he held my hand, slow danced with me and made sure I was never hungry or thirsty for too long. He was the perfect date. My first crush became my first love. From that day forward, we were inseparable. We were known at school as the perfect couple. We did most of our school activities together, from performing at choir competitions to going on all the trips that the school had to offer. He has been my rock and comforter for over four years. Even with all our ups and downs throughout the years we are still together, he is my best friend, and I will always love him. I never thought that the guy I saw occasionally, whom I had the biggest crush on, in my physical education class would become my best friend and my lover. To me, he will always be that handsome guy with a humbling personality, who knows how to make a girl feel special. He even told me I was his biggest crush too.