“And when her eyes met mine, I felt something click, like a key turning in a lock. Believe me, I'm no romantic, and while I've heard about love at first sight, I've never believed in it, and I still don't. But even so, there was something there, something recognizably real, and I couldn't look away.”
― Nicholas Sparks, Dear John

They say that love happens when you least expect it. Perhaps it's real, or maybe it isn't... I just didn't think that it'll happen to me.

I wasn't supposed to be there. I plan to just spend the day browsing lazily and enjoying the freedom I had much awaited these past few months. But I found myself tagging along. After a heavy lunch, we went to our destination. Waiting in line, Going up and down the floors and watching over kids as they play were the things that kept me occupied for a time. Then you came along. Even from afar, I had noticed you. Absorbed in your documents and looking over every door that you pass by. We were at the end of the hall and there you stopped, along with everything that had my attention just minutes ago. I didn't realize how long you were sitting by my side. Though this may perfectly describe what had happened:

“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”
- Cassandra Clare

It didn't occur to me to start a conversation with you. I was content at those side way glances, to which I hope you did not notice. But other than myself, I had no control over those around us. Surprisingly, I found you politely conversing with my mom about topics, including one that dragged me into the conversation. On and on the discussion went. Then we had to go. Time, as it is, flies by when you're having fun. Though we had promised to see each other again someday, somewhere --- reality sets in. But I chose to ignore it. That little warning that says it might be the first and last time. I might not see you again.

“They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.”
― Daniel Wallace

Heartbreaking. What was the point of meeting you? I wanted to know more about you. I wanted to see you again. I wanted to hear your voice. It rarely happens that one, out of the billions of people living in this world, would be set apart. I had met you but I had lost you... but I might be wrong too.

“Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the skeptic, an ardent zealot.”

I know I would get over this. Just as I had gotten past those little heartbreaks in the past. I'd like to think that ours would be an inevitable love. That sooner or later, the world will bring us back again.

--- and there goes my first entry for 2013.