I never believed in love at first sight until it happened to me in the most unexpected way. It was a rainy Tuesday morning, and I was running late for work as usual. As I rushed to catch the subway, I accidentally bumped into a stranger and our eyes locked for a split second.
Instantly, my heart skipped a beat and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. I tried to compose myself and apologize, but he just smiled and said, «No worries, happens to the best of us.» And that was it. I was hooked.
There was something about his kind eyes and genuine smile that drew me in like a magnet. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that this was more than just a chance encounter. But before I could muster up the courage to say anything else, the subway doors closed, and he was gone.
I spent the entire day replaying that moment in my head, kicking myself for not asking for his name or number. I couldn’t shake off the regret of letting him slip away just like that. But little did I know, fate had other plans for us.
As the days turned into weeks, I found myself riding the same subway line at the same time every morning, hoping to catch a glimpse of him again. I even started taking longer routes to work just to increase my chances of running into him.
And then, one fateful morning, as I boarded the train, there he was. My heart raced as I made my way towards him, the anticipation almost too much to bear. And just as I was about to say something, he turned to me with a smile and said, «I’ve been looking for you.»
It turns out, he had been feeling the same inexplicable pull towards me ever since that rainy Tuesday morning. We spent the rest of the train ride talking, laughing, and getting to know each other. And by the time we reached our stop, I knew that this was more than just a random encounter.
We exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up later that week. And as I walked away from him, my heart full of hope and excitement, I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, love at first sight does exist after all.