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Love at First Sight
by Jennifer Maier
You always hear about it—
a waitress serves a man two eggs
over easy and she says to the cashier,
That is the man I'm going to marry,
and she does. Or a man spies a woman
at a baseball game; she is blond
and wearing a blue headband,
and, being a man, he doesn't say this
or even think it, but his heart is a homing bird
winging to her perch, and next thing you know
they're building birdhouses in the garage.
How do they know, these auspicious lovers?
They are like passengers on a yellow
bus painted with the dreams
of innumerable lifetimes, a packet
of sepia postcards in their pocket.
And who's to say they haven't traveled
backward for centuries through borderless
lands, only to arrive at this roadside attraction
where Chance meets Necessity and says,
What time do you get off?
by Jennifer Maier
You always hear about it—
a waitress serves a man two eggs
over easy and she says to the cashier,
That is the man I'm going to marry,
and she does. Or a man spies a woman
at a baseball game; she is blond
and wearing a blue headband,
and, being a man, he doesn't say this
or even think it, but his heart is a homing bird
winging to her perch, and next thing you know
they're building birdhouses in the garage.
How do they know, these auspicious lovers?
They are like passengers on a yellow
bus painted with the dreams
of innumerable lifetimes, a packet
of sepia postcards in their pocket.
And who's to say they haven't traveled
backward for centuries through borderless
lands, only to arrive at this roadside attraction
where Chance meets Necessity and says,
What time do you get off?
sad
It hurts real bad is all I'm saying.
Re: sad
Besides, as great as the whole "at first sight" thing is supposed to be, I'd much rather have the gradual realization. Which is sometimes just as painful, but gives you a lot more to look back on fondly.
To cheer you up, I give you crack! The first one is awesome in every way, from music to sheer randomness of video. The second is. Well. It's Korean :D
(Yes, they're all actually men. Go figure.)
Re: sad
Alright, so it probably was really lust at first sight. I got into real trouble when I got to know the guy and realized he was wonderful and that I adored him.
I want to call it love. Love is the only word that encapsulates the utter delight and the wrenching pain that comes with feeling this way for a person. Love seems to cover the electric shocks that run down my spine when he talks to me. And that quiet smile you get inside your heart that spills out your face when you think about them.
Love is a dangerous thing. And when the person you love doesn't or won't love you back it hurts very badly. But I think my life is richer for having allowed myself to feel it. At the very least I'll have a good story to tell.