The one that got away

You overwhelmed me with who you are;
the first time I saw you it was a lovely African winter afternoon.
My first impression of you was ' damn tiwi his defo not for you' .
I judged you. Mocked you .All in my mind of course. Presumed that you were the typical form of  man I was used to. You sat there in your shiny new automobile, literally bursting with your energy. I thought you would just brush me off just as the others always do.
You challenged me, you intrigued me, with your soft brown eyes
your deep set soft voice and your kindness. If  I believed in love at first sight,I believe I could have fallen for you.
You made me blossom even if it was only that one time. You saw that I was shy but you coaxed words out of my mouth and didn't dismiss me as the fat quiet girl. Wait a minute .. you flirted with me and actually made me feel special. Just the memory of how you made me feel in that one instance makes me feel those butterflies I felt that day.
Sadly our moment will always remain that one moment, we are separated by time and space. You belong to another and I belong to another to.The moment you created gave me hope to believe in men-kind and led me to my 'one'. 
I am so happy for you but sometimes I can't help but think you are the one that got away. I will never know you as a woman and you will never know me as a man.