I never really thought about when and where I would fall in love. But I had thought often enough of the how. And whom.
When I was little, I would listen to and read stories of love at first sight. I dreamt of finding a love like that, and of handsome princes with fair hair and blue eyes sweeping me off my feet. Then as a teenager I fantasized about the bad boy type; dark and imposing with a no-nonsense attitude.
But as I grew older, I became more and more sceptical of love. All those fanciful dreams faded. I still had the odd fantasy about some of the boys I met, but fantasy is not reality.
How does one immediately fall in love with someone they don’t even know?
Soon, I became sceptical of the concept of love altogether. I wanted to believe in it, but having never experienced it, I found it hard to.
But never, in all my wildest, craziest dreams, had I thought that fantasy could really become reality.
Until I met him.
When I was little, I would listen to and read stories of love at first sight. I dreamt of finding a love like that, and of handsome princes with fair hair and blue eyes sweeping me off my feet. Then as a teenager I fantasized about the bad boy type; dark and imposing with a no-nonsense attitude.
But as I grew older, I became more and more sceptical of love. All those fanciful dreams faded. I still had the odd fantasy about some of the boys I met, but fantasy is not reality.
How does one immediately fall in love with someone they don’t even know?
Soon, I became sceptical of the concept of love altogether. I wanted to believe in it, but having never experienced it, I found it hard to.
But never, in all my wildest, craziest dreams, had I thought that fantasy could really become reality.
Until I met him.
