It really was love at first sight.

From across the cafe, I saw a handsome man staring at me. In both my mind and my heart, I knew he was the one. My heart fluttered as I met his gazed both of our faces flushing deep shades of pink.

I averted my gaze, shyly smiling. Then I heard footsteps approaching, and then I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was that man.

I blushed profusely as I looked at him, still shyly smiling. He suddenly handed me a bouquet of roses, a grin on his face. I smelled the roses and let out a sigh of content. I looked up at him, my expression one of gratitude. Then he made another sudden (but even more surprising) move:

The man kissed me. On. The. Lips.

Shock filled my body, then pleasure and joy as I kisses backs our lips moving perfectly in sync. I couldn’t believe how good of a kisser he was! But I wasn’t complaining, not at all!

When we finally pulled apart, our breathing heavy, he looked at me, hope in his eyes. I knew that he wanted exactly what I wanted: to continue whatever magical thing we had going.

I nodded, grinning happily.

He hugged me tightly and I quickly reciprocated the gesture. I knew that I would never let go. This really proved that love at first sight was no myth.