upon meeting the 100% perfect girl one fine august morning

Once in a lifetime, for the briefest of moments, the 100% perfect girl happens into one's life. This is a window of time upon which one's companionship and contentment for the rest of life depends. The hustle and bustle of any given moment may obscure the gravity of so important an occasion, allowing the moment to pass unnoticed, never to return. The attentive heart, however, will, beyond observation, feel the moment. He'll reach out and take hold of the 100% perfect girl. His reward is the ability to turn a fleeting moment into a lifetime of happiness.
She, who could have gone by with a kindly "hello", becomes his soul mate. She, without whom he could have lived for the rest of life, becomes one without whom he can't live even for a day. The taste of her lips lingers in separation, her smell imprinted forever in his nostrils, the feel of her skin imprinted on his fingertips, all emblazoned in memory like the lingering taste of chocolate that demands that one take another bite.
All the while, he prays that his lingering scent will be pleasant, his lips, desirable; his fingertips providing tenderness and strong security. He prays with all his heart that there may be one tiny iota of a chance that he could be the 100% perfect boy.