Sometimes you meet someone and after a few moments it feels like you have known them all your life. And if you believe in reincarnation, maybe you knew then in the previous life.
I honestly do not know how to describe that particular emotion or feeling that overcomes you when you spot them. There is a certain rush of in the very core of your chest, for a minute you feel totally breathless with recognition. Your mind works overtime trying to grasp the reason you feel a high sense of familiarity, why you feel like you know every single thing there is to know about them.
So you stare, not the rude type of stare, because you have manners. Somehow your eyes seem to develop a mind of their own. They just move of their own will continuously straying towards this person. You still cannot tell if it is the way their eyes sparkle in the light or how they seem to tilt their head slightly in concentration. Or is it that slow deliberate smile that always catches your attention for endless minutes.
You are introduced and you just click, there is an unmistakably intense connection. Your eyes meet and hold. You try to and you look away only to look back, into the same eyes that are as familiar as the sound of your own voice. You find it really hard not to stare into those brown eyes, but every time you look into them they always seem to tell you some story. Each one seems to be different from the previous and not as intriguing as the next.
Funny thing, though you know there is a story, you do not know what it is about, how it starts or how it ends, but you would like to know. You want to read the story in those eyes, listen to those lips tell you every part of the story, every single detail possible. Then your brain remembers to send a message to your mouth and your lips move.
You smile and then you talk. Like magic you both hit it off. Conversation doesn’t seem to slow down. You both seem to have so much to talk about and you can’t seem to get tired of that special voice. The voice and manner of speech animated enough to keep you interested in the flimsiest topic.
You wish time could stop. You wish you could have all the time in the world so you could gain a deeper understanding of this person, this really fascinatingly familiar person. As you leave and exchange contacts, you are hoping you get a chance to know more.
That was the connection. However, you can’t help wondering and asking yourself ‘Will this connection last?’ and more importantly ‘Is this connection even the least bit real?’
