We had our first date on New Year's Eve and it was clear we liked each other from the start. Details added up: he had the most fantastic eyes, transparent like the oceans near equatorial paradises on a cloudy day, was a great cook and - amazingly - we shared the same humor.
I think I know the exact time. 20 hours later after we had first met, I looked out into thin air and said it out as a whisper to myself:
I love you.
And it turned out that he felt the same.
He called me and played the guitar. He called me when I was almost asleep and I listened to him doing the dishes as a lullaby, which was cozy and super romantic: I told him I pictured him doing art with the water and the plates in imaginative shapes.
We danced without music. I told a friend how we danced, and that friend and I tried to dance the same way with each other. It is a very special, calming way which adds to the communication.
Every single day, I would wake up and fall head over heels in love with him again. The mere appearance of his name in my calendar gave me a goofy smile and my heart started racing.
Time flew buy when we were together. I was high as a kite on feelings and as things about him revealed, I would go wow, because it felt like a statistically incredible match. Yet, one could wonder - why him? Why now? What made it so special? My heart takes this in and just smiles as an answer.
I have never, ever, felt this way before. It was super powerful, the kind of power which makes you effortlessly cross mountains in winter without even thinking of food. I knew I was experiencing something not everybody gets to during a lifetime. Friends warned me: it is the famous phase that will fade after three months.
It didn't fade after three months; a different fate took place. As of now, I don't know if I will ever experience something like this again, but I of course really hope so. I know one thing for sure: I cannot want anything less fantastic.