Love at First Sight
Do you believe in love at first sight? Neither did I, until I saw you. It was strange. I saw you, I said hi. We shook hands. Then we moved on to meet other people. And then some others and I forgot about you. But then I again caught glimpse of you in the crowd, from a distance. And I could not take my eyes off you. Your smile, your laughter trickling through the chatter. It fascinated me. Then you got lost in the crowd again. I forgot you. I met other people. Piling face upon face, name upon name, none of them really registering.
Then we all go home. Then it all ends. Tired, I sleep. I wake up.
And you're there. The first thought in the morning. That smile of yours. It's like a knife that's sliced through my heart. I spend an uneasy day, trying to recall every detail of that two minute meeting. I remember your name but nothing else. Not who you are, what you do, where you're from. All those details we show so much enthusiasm to learn when we meet a stranger. Forgotten in a whiff. But not your smile. Your smile lingers. It haunts. It hurts.
I dig the internet for your presence. I search you name. First normally, then in quotes. I search for you on every social networking website I visit. I search the college database for you. Nothing. You don't leave a trace, not on the internet, not in my head. Except for that smile. Bloody smile.
Something clicks. I find your email address out. I write to you. And I wait. And I wait some more.
You dropped by just to say hello. You didn't even talk to me much. But I wasn't listening. I wasn't thinking. I was just watching you smile that smile of yours. Drinking it in.
You made promises. Promises to come again. Promises to smile with me once more. False promises.
I know those promises are false. Knew the moment you made them. I even know why they are false.
And yet I wait. Eagerly. Desperately. With an aching heart.
Why is that?