I’ve never quite understood the motion of falling for someone mere moments after meeting them. It always seemed implausible, almost absurd. Isn’t love supposed to blossom through knowing and understanding someone deeply; to learn and embrace everything about them, even the flawed parts? So, how could one possibly develop feelings for someone they hardly know?
The concept eluded me, appearing far from reality. Yet, as cliché as it sounds, they say you cannot truly understand something until you experience it yourself.
All of a sudden, all my thoughts were thrown out the window, every concept, every thought, every adjective I ever used to define love — embarrassing, corny, unattainable, unrealistic — I swallowed it all down. Maybe the romantic-comedy movies with the cliché plot had a point, after all. Perhaps it was all true…
Seeing you walk into that room one day in September 2022 made my world stop spinning. All sense of time seemed like a void. I remember how the banters and chats of the people surrounding me went louder with each passing minute, but it all sounded like a blur to me. All I could hear was the sound of your footsteps creaking the floor and my heart stupidly thumping out of my chest. I know damn well that my mind short-circuited right then and there, but I also know that I had at least one coherent thought that time: You’re pretty.
How is it possible to be so fond of someone after quite literally a minute and a half of meeting them?
Knowing you was like being bathed in sunlight. You were radiant, beaming, glowing — you were all I could ever feel and see. Knowing you was like witnessing a shooting star, a beautiful phenomenon I’d only been able to witness a few times in my life; so so enchanting yet it’s fleeting, that I pray that I’d be able to capture your beauty and keep it close to my heart forever. Knowing you was peace and quiet, even between loud echoes of laughter and distant bass-boosted music.
Knowing you were like a splash of yellow, periwinkle, and specks of blue here and there.
Knowing you were like a breath of fresh air. A warm hug. Knowing you was like being surrounded by sunflowers.
I’m too far gone, drowned in my thoughts, that I’ve already got this image of you smiling permanently etched in my mind.
I just met you.
It’s been five minutes since, and all we had was a short conversation (that had me reeling inside because God, your voice) and a plan to buy each other chocolate but it felt like I knew you almost all my life.
I knew you for five minutes, but I know that if I had five minutes more, there is no way in hell that I’d let go of you.
It’s been five minutes. I barely know anything about you. All I know is your name and that we live in the same city.
Either way, you have bewitched me. And I’ll gladly spend the rest of my lifetime knowing you and only you.
