The rule, not the exception.

I was never a strong believer in love at first sight, until I met him. In a split second he changed everything. My entire ideology, my entire view flipped upside down and shaken. Maybe love at first sight was meant to be the rule, rather than the exception. Maybe instead of complicating love with stigma and fear of the unknown, you're meant to embrace it in the purest form of innocence. Every logical thought I had left told me to ignore, forget. Run. But I didn't chose him, I just took one look and knew there was no turning back. One week is all it took for me to be his entirely. I missed him before he left, sitting right beside me I felt his presence lessen with every approaching second.  I couldn't help but count down, and we were running out of time. I try to explain my feelings to others, but how can you look someone in the eye who wasn’t there, who hasn’t felt the power of his gaze, his touch, his heart, and say, “I fell in love at first sight and now they're gone" and have them understand? You can't, but in the end, love is everything it's cracked up to be. It's worth fighting for, being brave for, and risking everything for. I don't know what will happen; all I know is, without a doubt, I love him. And I believe in us.