Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a Time I was walking through the school doors. I do it quite often. And it seems like every time I do there is a girl. She stands there. It's just a door, just 5 seconds of my day, but I remember her. Why? Because she held it. She held the door for people and smiled at them and called them beautiful as they swore at each other and pushed their friends and completely ignored her. And her smile was still brighter than anything I'd ever, ever seen. So I got to know her, through a long process of Facebook stalking. As I did, I learned something: She was in studio art. She was in studio art, and honors classes, and chamber orchestra, and yearbook. She was a figure skater (and good at it, too.) She was busy, busy, busy. Yet she was there everyday, holding a door instead of taking care of her piles of homework. Smiling and changing lives and days. And you know what the best part of the whole thing is? She was noticing me too. I was one person who walked through the door. All I did was smile at her, while I'm sure that plenty of others talked and thanked her. But she "friended" me first. She spoke to me first. I guess the point of all of this is that when you walk through a door, you never know who noticed you. You never know if there are people in this world who are good enough to notice an imperfect person and fall in love. And I guess now I do.