At First Sight

Sometimes I meet people and in the most of the time, these people pass by me as a breeze (indeed, I can say that few of them could be called hurricane), but certainly has the one, a special person who I was waiting for. I don't want him just passing by me. I want him staying by me, since at the first sight, the first word, the first kiss on my cheek.

Some people come smooth as a breeze, and stay as a shining smile... forever.