Love

I don't believe in love at first sight. That's ridiculous. You don't know this person, they could be anyone. Appearances are not everything. And yet, I fall in love all the time. One look at the woman, and perhaps it's the colour of her scarf, or ridiculously over-sized glasses, and I know, I just know, that I want to be just like her. I will steal little glances at her. Yes, this is her. This is how she smiles, this is how she reacts to the world, she is wonderful. And when she talks, there is a warmth in her voice, and a vibrancy, and I am in love. I know that she will wander out of my life as suddenly as she appeared, and I will go about my life as if I had never known her, and she will slowly fade away, but there will always be flashes of colour and flashes of laughter that tease me, and my life will be just this tiny bit richer for that one evening spent in the glow of her company.