Love Story

Does love at first sight really exist?

Love, by my definition should be earned in a sense that you get to know the person, appreciate what they have to offer, accepting their flaws if not turning a blind’s eye to it, and knowing what a great person they are and they would always be there for you. It’s like learning to trust and have faith in the other person. Love, like any other things in the world, in my opinion, should be earned.

Then by my definition, love at first sight defies everything that has to do with love. Love at first sight can simply put, as the hypocritical yet courageous cousin of love. Love at first sight has no real explanation – you see someone and you fall in love without considering any other things that define “love.”

She was beautiful; there was no doubt of that. She was dining alone at the other end of the restaurant, her beautiful smile making everything else seem monotone and grayscale in comparison.

Her eyes flicked up, caught mine like a rabbit, transfixed in headlights. She held my gaze for only a moment, but in that moment I was complete. The rest of the room fell away, all the unnecessary patrons and furniture tumbling to an empty nothingness, a void my imagination was too distracted to deal with. It was just me and her, standing there, our eyes locked in a timeless moment of perfection.

What is it about love that can make our minds think crazy things; we have the need to be impulsive, to do the things we don’t normally do, and to do stupid things. When we found ourselves in love, we always find our head wondering into nothingness, into an imaginary world where we and the person that we are in love with are together, happily in love.

In my imagination, she strode over to me, brimming with confidence, my heart beating frantically in my chest. I went to speak but her finger was suddenly against my lips. Her soft, gentle touch silencing me before I could even speak, before I could even think to speak. And as we stood opposite one another, away from the world yet together in ourselves, she leant forward and kissed me.

Her soft lips met mine, and all my problems and worries melted away. She was perfect. And as I fell deeper into the kiss, the passion rising, she fell away, disappearing into thin air. And just like that, I was back in the restaurant, with its noisy patrons, cluttered tables, and a beautiful woman who, for a moment, had made me a complete man.

Do we tend to exaggerate things when we’re in love? There’s always that chance. When we’re in love, especially when in the early stages, we think that that person is the best person in the whole wide world, that person is just perfect and that everything about that person becomes everything you want in a spouse or a partner.

Then again, love is also humbling. You would think that someone as perfect as that could never be with someone like you. It’s impossible, and unfathomable. Even so, you would still feel that you would want to at least spend a second with the person you’re so madly in love with

As I continue to sneak glances towards this goddess that is just sitting alone at her table, I started to marvel in her beauty at how angelic she looked, how beautiful her smile is, how the very sight of her make my body tingle, and I could just thank God that I was given the opportunity to even be in the same room as this angelic goddess. I could almost cry.

Maybe I should just go towards her, see if I have the guts to talk to her – to make things happen with her. I tried to stand up, but I feel my legs have turned into jell-o. My heart was racing faster than an F1 car and I was sweating like I was sitting directly under the sun.

When reality sets in, you know that there’s always the chance that things wouldn’t work out between the two of you, mainly because she was her, and you were you. What happens when it fails? Failing a relationship with the person you love should be more painful than any other pain in the world.

“She would just break my heart,” I rationalized.

Having my heart broken by someone like her would be excruciating, But then again, it’s her. She’s my perfect dream girl.

Love is about taking chances, the thing is a lot of people pass on that chances to be happy mainly because they are afraid to get hurt or are too intoxicated in their fantasies of a perfect life with the person that they love, and ended up missing their chance.

Getting my heart broken by her would be horrible and I would rather throw myself off of the highest building in the world, or jump in front of a speeding car so that I wouldn’t feel that pain again… yet, I’ve waited all my life to be miserable and if the excruciating pain is the only way I could stay connected to her then this is who I have to be.

She then turned to leave, and then it hit me: the door was on the other side of the restaurant. Behind me. I tensed… She was going to walk past me? My heart was doing its best impression of a hoard of stampeding elephants. My grip tightened on the forgotten glass I was holding.

My mind focused just as the goddess strolled past. With the single most beautiful smile that I’ve seen sent to her in my direction, she flew past me, her step as graceful as though she were gliding on ice.

Just as I thought the intimacy was a conspiracy created by my overactive imagination, I felt a squeeze, and the jacket I was wearing received a slight tug. She’d grabbed my arm. I turned to say something, but she had already vanished. Maybe it was indeed, just my imagination.

Should I go after her? Sure, if I go after her, one of the 4 scenarios could happen:

a) She rejects me

b) She laughs in my face, and then rejects me

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d) My dreams would come true

What should I do?

The thing about love is that love should take time and that everything about love is that it requires faith and trust in the person that we love. Love should be earned – which totally goes against the concept of love at first sight.

But then again, love at first sight, being impulsive, uncontrollable, unexplainable, unfathomable and indescribable leads a person to make that “leap of faith” are also the main component of being in love.

I then quickly paid the bill, and chased after her.

“Que sera, sera”

So hypocritical or not, love at first sight is indeed love.