Eric lifted the long lock of hair that he dyed a different vibrant color every forty-nine days without fail and stared at it. His memory had served him correctly. It was currently cobalt blue—the exact same shade as the under-layer of her hair. What were the chances? It had to be kismet. Destiny. Fate. Providence. All of the above...She’d said her name was Rebekah. That was Eric’s favorite name. At least, now it was.
He had crossed the room with no notion what he might say or do - he had no knowledge of the language of condolence, no skill at social small talk; his metier was business and politics. And yet, when his hostess had introduced them and left, he found himself still holding the hand he had kissed, looking into soft brown eyes that drowned his soul. And without further thought or hesitation had said, 'God help me, I am in love with you.
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightLike a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear,Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.So shows a snowy dove trooping with crowsAs yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
I meant it when I said I didn't believe in love at first sight. It takes time to really, truly fall for someone. Yet I believe in a moment. A moment when you glimpse the truth within someone, and the glimpse the truth within you. In that moment, you don't belong to yourself any longer, not completely. Part of you belongs to him; part of him belongs to you. After that, you can't take it back, no matter how much you want to, no matter how hard you try.
All was over in a moment. I had fulfilled my destiny. I was a captive and a slave. I loved Dora Spenlow to distraction! She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don't know what she was - anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her.
I haven't known you for long, I don't even know what your favorite color is or your favorite song, but…I know every detail and curve of your face and the way your eyes sparkle when you smile. I know that you put your hands to your chest when you laugh and the adorable way you fiddle with your fingers when you're nervous. I think of you every minute of every day. I've realized I can't live my life without you in it. I want you. Only you.
Aunque la mayoría de los mortales prefieran otros instantes más 'mainstream', pienso que nunca es un mal momento para enamorarse, ni mucho menos para sumar complicidades erótico-existenciales a una situación de tan barroca complejidad como la que nos ocupaba a Blu Noir y a mí. Imagino que podremos inmortalizar este momento de trabajo conjunto con alguna botella de buen Merlot afanada de la despensa, querida. Dicho y hecho.
I meant it when I said I didn’t believe in love at first sight. It takes time to really, truly fall for someone. Yet I believe in a moment. A moment when you glimpse the truth within someone, and they glimpse the truth within you. In that moment, you don’t belong to yourself any longer, not completely. Part of you belongs to him; part of him belongs to you. After that, you can’t take it back, no matter how much you want to, no matter how hard you try.
Destiny set up our meeting at that party,the band playing a slow song at that moment was fate,asking you to dance was my choice,becoming a prisoner of your beautiful eyes was something I couldn't control.My life was never the same since that moment,how could a girl I just met capture my heart like this?You set my heart on fire the minute I saw you. You made me dream with the sound of your voice. You made me fall in love with you just by looking into my eyes.I knew right away that something beautiful had started.
We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.
I feel like I’m going to get in a fight one day about the validity of falling in love so fast. Not a heated one because why would I give a shit if some other person gets it or not? Right now, it’s no longer the big flooding rush like when I saw her naked shoulder. It’s just this honest, frank truth. I love Evelyn Shriner. Love doesn’t start with need. Love meets love and just fucking recognizes itself. I’m supposed to be scared to death. Modern man isn’t built for these kinds of things. But I feel good.
It’s hard to findAn easy wayTo let you knowYou’re the one for meEach and every nightI’m staring at the stars ……….Oh my heartIs aching wildOh I wishTo have you by my sideYou’re my endless dreamMy endless loveJust a moment with youIs more than enough …………….Joy in my heartCause you’re my soulEach and every timeI see youI love you moreJoy in my heartYou’re on my mindOh my wish for tonightTo be by your side ……………….
I believein love at first sightbut I will always believe that the peoplewe lovewe have loved before.Many, many, many times beforeand when we stumblethrough grace and circumstance and that brilliant illusion of choiceto finally meet them again, we feel it fastereach time through.The one glance that set life alightis two sets of two eyesstaring through the layersof lifetimes and stolen glancesand first kisses and hands held;the brace against the weight and unrelenting tideof waiting.I believein love at first sightbut am not burdened with the misconceptionthat it's a first sightat all.
Being in love is an emotional and obsessive experience. However, emotions change and obsessions fade. Research indicates that the average life span of the "in love" obsession is two years. For some it may last a bit longer; for some, a bit less. But the average is two years. Then we come down off the emotional high and those aspects of life that we disregarded in our euphoria begin to become important. Our differences begin to emerge and we often find ourselves arguing with the person whom we once though to be perfect. We have now discovered for ourselves that being in love is not the foundation for a happy marriage.
I saw you there,In a dress of virgin white.Like an angel descended from heavenTo be here amongst ordinary mortals.I saw you there,Your big, brown eyes.Like the moist soil after the rainsFull of hope, courage & life.I saw you thereYour dark hair, curly.Like the dark clouds trying vainly to maskThe moons eternal beauty.I saw you thereInspiring hope and life.Like the rainbow that brings a smile after thunderLighting and the dull grey sky.I saw you there and realised the purpose of this life.Like the firely loves the light, to love you for the rest of my life.I saw you there and met my true self.I never knew LoveThis was Love. Love at first sight.
