Have you ever encountered someone so beautiful that it felt as if your heart dropped to the ground? As crazy as this may sound, all it takes is one look, and you instantly know that you want to spend the rest of your life with them. In their presence, your heart starts to race. The beating in your chest starts to pound faster and louder but simultaneously, you feel at peace and at ease. So lost in a moment, the world stops spinning, and it nearly feels like you can’t breathe sometimes. This is what people call love at first sight. Everything seems to happen quickly because the very second you meet them, you want to drop down on one knee and ask, “Will you marry me?” You know you want to be with them and cherish them for the rest of your life.

I met this girl. I didn’t actually meet her, though; I only met her in my dreams. It started back when I was in high school. I remember coming home from school and suddenly feeling tired and sick, as if I was about to have a fever. Then, exhausted, I lay on our grey couch in the living room. And when I fell asleep, that was when I met her for the first time.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed I was still lying on the couch. Everything inside the house was the same besides the many people and faces I didn’t recognize. There was a celebration, but I couldn’t figure out for who or what. I got up from the couch and looked around for my family members. I walked to the kitchen, but they weren’t there; instead, there were more people I didn’t recognize. So, I headed upstairs, hoping to encounter my brothers and ask them what was happening.

I heard someone knock on the front door of the house. I walked over and opened the door to see who was there. When I opened the door, to my surprise, a beautiful girl was standing right before me. She was so captivating that I got lost in the moment and completely forgot what I was doing. I couldn’t stop staring at her beauty even though I was shy. She stared at me with mesmerizing eyes, and I became utterly lost in her gaze. A sense of happiness eased my body as I stood there in her presence.

A moment passed before I asked her, “Who are you looking for?” To which she replied, “I was looking for you.” My heart filled with joy after hearing this because deep down inside, I was hoping and wishing it was me who she had come to see. I remember smiling and being so delighted to hear her reply that I wanted to reach out and embrace her in my arms.

We spoke briefly by the door before I invited her to come inside the house. To my surprise, she declined and told me she was fine where she was. I asked if she wanted to meet my family and if she wanted to join the celebration that was happening. She smiled at me and told me that the celebration was for me and that she couldn’t come into the house even if she wanted to.

After saying that, she hesitated and glanced at me as if she was expecting a reaction. I stood there in a trance, still drooling at her beauty that I couldn’t perceive any maliciousness from what she had said. She then continued and asked, “Will you marry me? I came here to see if you will go with me.”

Upon hearing this, my face lit up with joy. I wanted to say yes so badly, but at the same time, I was frightened. I was a teenager and didn’t know much about relationships or marriage. I wasn’t sure if my parents would consent to me getting married so young, so I told her to wait for me while I went and asked them for permission.

Hearing this, I saw the disappointment on her face, as if she wanted me to leave with her right away. She opposed it and said, “Why do you need to ask them? You can leave with me right now.” I informed her that I couldn’t marry her unless my parents approved. Bitterly, she agreed to wait by the door as I left to look for my parents.

I located my parents in the kitchen, talking to some people I didn’t know. I walked over, told them about the girl by the front door, how she had asked to marry me, and asked if they would approve of me getting married. They were both curious about who this individual was and asked me to show her to them.

When we walked over, my parents paused by the living room entrance and decided to observe her from there. I remained with them and wondered why they had stopped here instead of meeting her close up. They examined her thoroughly before whispering something into each other’s ears. I turned to look at her and saw that she was still standing by the front door, waiting for my return.

After their examination, they pulled me away from her sight and angrily told me they opposed the marriage. I hastily disagreed with their decision, and we argued briefly. Then, finally, my mom declared to me that she would never ever allow me to marry her and told me to tell her to leave immediately. I was heartbroken. The joy I felt earlier quickly disappeared faster than a speeding bullet. My heart fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces. My entire world fell apart. I felt so horrible and sad that I wanted to cry.

Standing before her, I sadly informed her that my parents had told me no and wanted her to leave. I was so disappointed because I truly wanted to say yes and go with her. But instead, I began to feel depressed as negative thoughts filled my head. In my mind, the love of my life was about to walk away forever. This phrase repeated in my head like a sad song, over and over again. I was convinced I would never see her again, and that thought made me miserable.

As if she could read my mind and emotions, my sadness quickly vanished when I heard her say, “Don’t be sad. I will come back and try again tomorrow.”

To be continued…

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