based on a true story.

As I begin to sit down, I casually ask, "Is anyone sitting here or---" Before I can finish my inquiry, I hear it...

Her angelic voice seems to ricochet violently off the surrounding walls and then, with all fragility, gently presses against my inner ear and, ultimately, rests in the deepest parts of my soul. I once read about The Sirens of Greek Mythology using their voices to lure even the bravest, the wisest, and the most adventurous of men to their imminent death. I am not the bravest, nor the wisest, nor the most adventurous man...and after hearing her voice, I can say that I have died at least a million times.

By the time I come to myself, she has already finished talking. I'm still glancing down at my hand pointing to the seat next to her. I slowly look up, and I see it...

Her face screams of perfection, with hair so golden that Midas himself would turn pale in shock. I lock sight with her marble-blue eyes and quickly realize that I have made a wonderful mistake by doing so (I'm still feeling disoriented from being so lost in eyes that flawless). My eyes catch her smile. She paints a picture with that smile: a smile that silences the cries of the sun as it sets each day. Oh how that smile will forever be ingrained in my mind.

We talk. We laugh. We sing. We smile. We listen.

But time never does last as long as we'd like during moments such as this. And it's not until I watch her walk away that I feel it...

I feel something that I have not felt before. I feel something that words cannot begin to descri---








Here's to love at first sight...if it really does exists.


Cheers.