A random Monday afternoon.
When I was busy making other plans. When I was busy telling myself that the timing was so wrong. When I was engrossed in a book. When I wasn’t looking for someone. When I already had someone. When I knew it was so wrong. When I didn’t have the strength to get hurt by someone. When I didn’t want to take the chance to hurt someone.
When I stood firmly, being the cynic that I am, he walked in.
He walked in like the last piece to a puzzle that I vowed to never solve again.
I could say “a gasp of fresh air” but that would be the worst understated cliche ever.
Is there a term to describe someone who walks into your life and suddenly makes you feel like they are the secret ingredient to your favourite recipe?
Is there a term to describe someone who makes you pause your favourite television series?
Is there a term to describe someone who leaves a writer desperately searching for all the words she has learnt and conceived?
Romantics would say that the word I am looking for is “soul-mate” and sceptics would say that the word I am looking for is “dangerous”.
I don’t know what this is because I am still lost in the fleeting brightness that darkness has left at my door.
When they said “fall in love”, I believed it would be like tripping on a staircase and waiting for someone to catch me.
Is there a term to describe someone who makes you understand that the “fall” in love is as dicey as the free-fall ride they have in an amusement park but it is “love”, only because you take a stupid blind leap of faith?
But while you are thinking too hard about this word, odds are, they are going to sweep you right off your feet!