So You Have Found The One — But What Now?

So, what to do?

You see a girl and know at once that she’s the one.

She is a stranger, you have never seen her before, you don’t even know her name.

Yet, one look at her and this light shines in the darkness in your heart, and it beats differently, and you notice its rhythm, its cadence, its music: it’s never happened to you before, this creation within you of an entire symphony.

And you know it; that this feeling within you is the same feeling about which the writers write, the singers sing, the poets compose, and the sufis chant.

This is what Romeo died for, Mark Antony fought for, Shah Jahan built for, and Agamemnon sailed for.

This is the true love, everyone talks about, and everyone is looking to get.

And you are feeling it, living it, you are blessed with it.

But is this enough?

You ask yourself.

Isn’t this a bit insane?

You scold your stupid thoughts.

This works only in movies. Or those stupid Netflix love series. Girl meets guy; guy meets girl and the whole world can go to hell.

The happily ever after is a chimera conjured in fantasies. Perfectly compatible souls meeting is a myth peddled in cheap love stories.

Two people never meet ready-made for each other.

No.

In reality, they meet half-broken, half-mangled, set into different molds; settled into different lives, places, and relationships. They are en route on different journeys, predestined for different trajectories.

It is not that love is rare, and two people capable of loving each other don’t meet.

They meet.

But sometimes they meet too early, and sometimes too late. Often they pass by without even noticing.

And when they do notice, they might be busy looking for the wrong things.

One eye on Tinder, the other on Bumble. One hand holding a checklist, the other, a marker crossing it.

And who has time today to stop and listen to their hearts, to notice someone’s words, drink in the sound of their voice, just be with them, and not hurry.

But some people — the rarest of the rarest kind — they do.

You don’t meet them often, but rare occurrences sometimes happen, and you meet exactly such a person.

And now you are feeling these unexplainable feelings.

And you are stuck somewhere between total clarity and utter confusion.

And you wish your life was not real but some sort of fantasy.

Yes, then it would have been so easy.

If your life was a movie you would have taken the first flight and traveled halfway across the world and landed in their city, in front of their door.

If your life was a novel you would have left all your life behind and moved in with them, leaving the entire world screaming, you don’t care, it can go to hell.

If your life was a song you would have already been rhyming with each other, dancing hand in hand, floating on cotton clouds under starry skies.

But your life isn’t all this.

You live in a reality. Live by its rules. Act as per its constraints.

So, you accept; you know no better, and have no idea of what can be done.

And you do the only thing that seems logical in this situation.

Do nothing.

Sit tight.

And relish in the glow of her existence; bask in the radiant warmth of her gaze.

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