Marc

*I'm staring at the cookie aisle. What do I crave? I want something sweet. Someone walks into the aisle and stands next to me. I look to the side and my eyes meet the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. I'm stunned. If she were to ask my name now, I don't think I could remember it. Oh my god, she laughs. I hold onto the aisle for support because my knees are weak.*