Love at first sight

My entire life I believed that when I finally met "the one", I would know it from first sight.  It's as if one day I would look up from my book/computer screen/whatever I am doing and there would be this light shining down on some cute boy, fireworks would erupt, and the whole world would spin. It's a bit naive, but what can I say?  I'm a die hard romantic.

In high school and college boys came and went.  I still believed in love at first sight, even though I didn't think that those boys were it.  I guess deep down I knew that they were just a short-story romance that would one day end.  And then I would look up from my book/computer screen/whatever I am doing and fall in love.

Then I met Jon.

 
It wasn't love at first with us.  In fact, I'm pretty sure that there was a year or two when I didn't even know he existed.  We probably passed each other in the hallways daily without ever looking up or seeing any fireworks.

We even became co-workers, friends, and roommates without any fireworks.  We spent hours laughing at each others' jokes, hanging out together, and generally spending hours upon hours looking up from cooking, books, TV, or whatever else we were doing without any fireworks.  There was no shining light illuminating his face when I looked over.

You'd think that after all this time, I'd give up on believing in love at first sight. But I guess to me love at first sight was never about looking up from my book/computer screen/whatever I was doing and seeing a stranger.  It was just about looking at someone and instantly falling in love.

So when I looked up at this guy that's been in my life for over a year and finally saw him for the first time in a whole new light; yeah, I think it was love at first sight.