Someone asked me the other day if I believed in love at first sight. I took some time to think about it and realised. It was not what he looked like, not his physical features or the way he moved or the way he spoke or the way he was. It was the look he gave me. The looks that lured me and made me wonder how his ugly and his beauty was the same thing. I was scared of his eyes that buried deep in my soul and I longed for his touch so much I would never hinder him, and be willing to go to the grave without it. It was that flash, one second where I zoomed into the future and saw him over me. I stood there for a while…I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I knew what it was.