I never believed in love at first sight—until that evening. I was wandering through the quiet streets of the old town, the kind of streets where the lamplight pools in golden circles on the cobblestones, when I saw her. She was standing by a little bookstore, the kind that smelled of old paper and memories, flipping through a worn copy of Pride and Prejudice.
I couldn’t move. Something about the way she was completely absorbed, her hair catching the light just so, made time slow. I wanted to speak, to say something clever, but all I could do was watch. And then, as if she sensed me, her eyes lifted, and she smiled. It wasn’t a polite smile—it was the kind that reached straight to your chest, makes it impossible to breathe normally.
I remember walking over like my feet had a mind of their own. “That’s my favorite book,” I said, my voice sounding strange even to me. She laughed softly, a sound that made everything around us fade. “Mine too,” she said, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.
We talked until the stars were the only witnesses, sharing small confessions and silly stories, discovering corners of each other we didn’t know existed. There was a moment—I’ll never forget it—when our hands brushed. That small touch sent a warmth through me I hadn’t known I could feel.
And in that quiet night, under the glow of street lamps and whispered conversations, I realized something terrifying and wonderful: I had fallen completely, irreversibly, hopelessly in love.
Even now, thinking back, I can still see her smile, hear her laugh, and feel that first brush of hands. And I know I will spend my life trying to earn every single moment that followed.
I couldn’t move. Something about the way she was completely absorbed, her hair catching the light just so, made time slow. I wanted to speak, to say something clever, but all I could do was watch. And then, as if she sensed me, her eyes lifted, and she smiled. It wasn’t a polite smile—it was the kind that reached straight to your chest, makes it impossible to breathe normally.
I remember walking over like my feet had a mind of their own. “That’s my favorite book,” I said, my voice sounding strange even to me. She laughed softly, a sound that made everything around us fade. “Mine too,” she said, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.
We talked until the stars were the only witnesses, sharing small confessions and silly stories, discovering corners of each other we didn’t know existed. There was a moment—I’ll never forget it—when our hands brushed. That small touch sent a warmth through me I hadn’t known I could feel.
And in that quiet night, under the glow of street lamps and whispered conversations, I realized something terrifying and wonderful: I had fallen completely, irreversibly, hopelessly in love.
Even now, thinking back, I can still see her smile, hear her laugh, and feel that first brush of hands. And I know I will spend my life trying to earn every single moment that followed.
