Koi No Yokan

Note: The following story was inspired by a poem I read by Susan Daniels. I found it really thought-provoking, so you can find it here Koi No Yokan by Susan Daniels. 

Koi No Yokan (Japanese)
The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love.

It was raining, she recalled vaguely processing, on the day that Elle met the stranger who did not feel like a stranger. The stranger who felt like love, who felt like safety, who felt like home.

They had met at a party.

It was funny, actually. One moment, she was staring out the window, contemplating the delinquent behavior of her peers, desperately imagining being back at home.

And in the next, there he was, the stranger. Introducing himself. Smiling at her. Engaging her in polite chit-chat, seemingly unaware of his own importance.

As she looked deep into this stranger-who-was-not-a-stranger’s eyes, and saw her own heart and soul reflected back. Somehow, she saw in his eyes someone she wanted to know, she saw a mystery that she couldn’t help but try to solve.

She saw someone who she could imagine growing old with.

She saw their first date, hanging mystically in the air like dewdrops. She saw the movies, the flowers, the promises, the holidays, the nights enjoyed and forgotten. She saw them falling in love, falling over and over again. She saw the proposal, the wedding, the beautiful little house with their beautiful little children. She saw them growing old together, reminiscing, remembering the good old days.

His eyes whispered all the little secrets they would one day share. Her eyes returned the smiles and promises and dreams.

She wanted to know him. She wanted him to tell her his secrets, the darkness and light of his soul. She wanted to know the silence and the noise and the melody. She wanted to know the adventures they might have, all the memories they would make. She wanted to know their love story. She wanted to hear him say “I love you” again and again and again. She wanted to hear the promises and the whispers and the dreams and the “sorry”‘s. She wanted to know who he was.

Is it possible to not even know that you needed someone right up until they walk into your life for good?

She tried her best to keep the words from spilling out. All these things she wanted to know, all these things she wanted to tell him. But she tried her best to leave the words unsaid between them.

Because this stranger was not a stranger. And this meeting would not be their last.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

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