Love at first sight?

Since I first saw you, I’ve looked at you with the same love

It started as a casual, spontaneous conversation with AkM today. We were reminiscing about our campus time — the place where we first met — sharing what we thought and felt about each other back then. It was warm and nostalgic until she suddenly posed a question that stopped me in my tracks:

“Don’t you think ours is like love at first sight?”

I froze. Not because of the question itself, but because of the realization it triggered. Eight months have passed since that moment, and only now am I truly grasping the weight of what she said.

I found myself drifting back to that first day. I remember watching her walk into the classroom for the very first time. There was this strange yet comforting feeling of familiarity. It wasn’t like meeting someone new; it felt like rediscovering someone I had always known but somehow lost touch with. It wasn’t just intrigue or attraction—it was something deeper, something my heart understood even if my mind didn’t.

For someone like me, an introvert who has always struggled to connect with people, this was completely unexpected. With her, though, it was different. It felt effortless, and yet I found myself trying so hard to spend every possible moment with her. Those two days on campus were fleeting, and all I wanted was to talk to her, walk with her, and just be near her before it was over.

And when it was over, I couldn’t let go. Texts became a lifeline, and those late-night calls became the highlight of my days. Zoom calls turned into a safe space where we shared, laughed, and connected on a level I never thought possible. Somewhere along the way, I realized: I think I’m falling for her.

Looking back, it’s almost amusing that I didn’t recognize it as “love at first sight” immediately. My heart clearly knew what was happening; my mind just took its sweet time catching up. The connection was already there from the start—raw, intense, and completely undeniable.

What makes this all the more beautiful is that it was her—again—who helped me uncover this truth today. That simple, unexpected question of hers made me pause, reflect, and peel back the layers of the past eight months. It made me see clearly what I might have otherwise missed: that this connection was something extraordinary from the very beginning.

I’m grateful—deeply grateful—to her and for this connection we share. Because if love at first sight does exist, I think I’ve just found the perfect example of it.