When I first saw your face Your eyes struck my soul And tied to my heart They were not sharp They were warm They felt so welcoming

My face was flushing And my lips were smiling The realest smile I’ve had in a long time I needed to talk to you My heart wouldn’t allow otherwise

I came up to you with my flushed face Struck, yet stuck soul And tied, yet tired heart I could tell you weren’t all smiles either

You had character when we talked And I loved that You taught me to pay attention to the little things

Like the rasp at the end of your voice The way you covered your mouth when you laughed How you fiddled your earrings when the conversation ran still The slight crookedness of your smile

I understood everything This was not lust This was the yearning for friendship This was wanting to know someone This was caring for someone in the instant you saw them This Was the first real thing I had known in years

I hadn’t mustered enough courage Not enough to tell you how I had felt The first thing I had felt in years Gone in seconds

Bye, Mylah If you are seeing this I miss you I mean it.❤️

My heart murmured a new language as you escaped my peripheral, and became central vision. Sporadic syllables rendering rhythm, and I listened, for once. Unfamiliar, I was shuffling perspectives that fluttered to my throat. It was a terrifying moment hoping that the wrong one would fleet off my tongue, and fall to my feet. Even if so, I would blindly wave my hand just a bit above the ground for its friction, with a plumbline gaze. This clumsy fumble was avoided, for my heart could not be put into words. You could not be put into words. You were injected into my retina like an icepick, severing my frontal lobe, as my heart endured lobotomy love. If you do not see it, I hope it’s your hand on my chest that brings me back to life. Waving just above the ground as I fleet, and I hope you feel our friction. Here I am, waving back

The timing a of love is a weird. I meet someone eyes meet we talk have dinner but hes not the one. Another and another date now i want alone. When i take this time i meet him the love at first sight…while other might have love at first sight as there first loves mine and others have to go through stress and pain.

I’m approaching the door. I’m trying to calm my nerves. How pretty she will be. Will she like me? Will she be dressed how I like?
I see Dave and Judith with an attractive brunette. Perfect, I think. Non-threatening, dressed in a white blouse, fairly long dark hair with a couple of gray hairs, friendly face, black slacks, black flats. The kind of woman where if it works out, great, and if not, it’s not the end of world. Plus nice women friends are always good to have. With that I go to the washroom, relieve myself, adjust my Probst necklace, wash my hands one more time, take one of the Life Savers from a dish in there and get ready to head out. Two, three minutes at most. But before I do, I see Dave in the mirror. “Hey Justin,” Dave says to me.
“Yeah Dave,” I say flatly. “Was going to say your friend is waiting. She’s really excited!” Excited for me? Oh, come on.
But…..whatever. We walk out.
And I see her.
Oh. My. God.
It’s not the woman that was there. The woman there now is amazingly beautiful. She’s got a big smile. Her blonde hair is in a braid over her left shoulder. She is wearing a blue T-shirt - A unique shade, darker than UCLA blue but lighter than Royal blue. She also has cotton white pants that are see through and what I think are pink panties underneath but I don’t know.
Her hands are clean, unpainted nails, with no polish, no rings….and it’s clear she doesn’t wear rings…and she has on sandals, that show off perfect toenails, unpainted. Which you never see.
And she’s laughing! A goofy, loud - and genuine laugh! She throws her hair back and brushes Judith just a bit. What is so funny? And is she nervous about meeting me too? I go over to her. Before I can react she takes my hands and greets me with the biggest smile and gives me a hug. A real one!! Already! “Well hello Justin!” Judith says to me. “I see you’ve met my friend Amanda Bowen! Amanda, this is Justin Marsh!

Does it count as love at first sight if all of a sudden you saw them differently?

If the warmth of this moment melted your layers to reveal something new to me then surely it is a first. I would not claim to be able to see a lake that was buried beneath my sight with frost and snow. Just as I wouldn’t claim to be oblivious to these melted waters before me now that I so achingly want to plunge beneath. Just to have dipped my gaze against your lapping shore has undone me, and for the first time I feel as though I must live to memorize someone’s depths. I’d stay living beneath your surface should you ever decide to freeze over again, but with the warmth that envelopes us now I worry little of that…

Love at first sight is an overwhelming rush of emotion that strikes with a sudden, almost electrifying force. It is an intense experience where the world seems to slow down and everything else fades into the background. In that fleeting moment, one's heart races and their breath catches, as if time itself has stopped to spotlight the person who has just appeared. The sensation is a powerful mix of fascination, awe, and deep attraction, creating an unshakable connection that feels both inexplicably familiar and thrillingly new. It's as if the universe is drawing two souls together, igniting an instant, undeniable bond that defies logic and understanding, leaving a person breathless, captivated, and forever changed.

I didn’t love her the usual way. I didn’t feel any electric spark or flittering butterflies in my gut. In fact, I didn’t—don’t—even know what those kinds feelings are like, if I’m being honest. But when she first said “hi” to me, I broke out in a beaming smile I couldn’t stop. She made me feel giddy, like I’d just twirled around with my arms outstretched and then hit the ground laughing. In my mind, I saw flashes of us staying up late to watch movies together, sharing our secrets in hushed whispers, and duetting our favorite songs at karaoke nights. I know I hardly knew her, but I wanted to more than anything. Even at that first glance, I wanted to be her best friend.

Stupid TIMANTHA 🖕

The shock that flows through every inch of my body when your eyes meet mine. Your a cold green, the color of a leaf from an oak tree. I won’t break the connection, I won’t m look away. There is an invisible sting made of gold, linking your heart to mine. And even if you don’t feel it, I know. I know that this will not be the last time I look into his eyes. We see eachother in passing, but I know I’ll remember him forever. But when I tell people of this interaction, they call me delusional.

It's like color didn't exist before you; As if I was living in a grayscale world.

The second my gaze met yours, everything had a meaning.

Those hazel eyes held me in place, and I couldn't be bothered to look away.

You were the epitome of beauty; your nerdy clothes, the cross necklace hanging around your neck..

I've never wanted to kiss someone the way I want to kiss you.

If I were religious, I'd swear an angel stood in front of me.

Sure, you didn't have wings, or a magnitude of eyes but you _had _to have been sent by god.

You were too perfect to be human; too pretty to be just another person to walk this earth.

Maybe I should've dressed better today.

I can't say hello when i'm dressed in ripped jeans and a shitty band-tee but.. I want to.

I want to tuck your hair behind your ear, and never stop telling you how beautiful you are.

Because it's true.

Your name must be Casper, because your head turned when someone said it.

Casper.

I'll never stop thinking of that name, how it'd sound if I whispered it to you in the morning.

..Or how it'd sound if i murmured it at night.

I wonder how my name would sound if it came from your lips; I wonder if you'd ever come up with a nickname for me.

I hate nicknames, but I'd let you call me whatever you want.

You're no longer looking my way but I can't stop staring at you.

It’s like the world didn’t exist before now, like everything else was just a journey leading me to this singular destination at this exact moment to lock my eyes with his deep blue ones shaded by his long dark lashes. I feel my stomach twist and my throat clench with that sense of nauseau that comes with intense butterflies, I’m glued to this spot on this busy sidewalk unable to look away. My heart flutteres when he flips his mop of bouncy curls and gives me a wink before returning to stacking his crates. It is now that I recognize what this is and I can’t let this moment go. Without thinking I rush across the street, I can hear a car’s brakes screech and a horn honk to tell me I didn’t even notice a car driving right toward me. I ignore the angry driver and charge on to introduce myself to my soulmate.