“Is there a theory to falling in love?
Is it a sequence of events, that happen under your nose, like a flower slowly blooming, just below your feet? Is it a ladybug landing on your shoulder, and then a few rays of light that land on your loved one’s cheek? Is it an outcome of a cause-and-effect chain reaction? Does something happen in our chemistry? Something that ignites from a millisecond’s spark?
I often wonder if there was, like how there is a science to everything in this world these days. There must be a reason, I thought, that I smile stupidly at every thought of you.
There must be, isn’t there? There truly must be. A logical explanation of why your bad jokes still make me laugh. A scientific reason to why you appear in all of my daydreams.
There must be, I thought, there must be.
But in these daydreams, I think of none of these. In fact, I’m not thinking about anything. In my daydreams there are only your eyes, looking into mine, almost curiously. And with a single gaze you can unlock even the furthest corners of my heart.
In these daydreams, we are laughing on top of a hillside. There are clouds looming over our heads, and deer – can you imagine? Deer! – circling our checkered, filled up picnic mat. You are playing me a song. You are playing in my dreams. It’s my favourite tune, or my worst. I was so transfixed, I couldn’t remember.
We shared glasses of wine and sat real close, and in the silence of that hillside, it was like the world sat still with us. The warmth of your smile, the little inside jokes we shared that day, it transported me almost instantly, to a far, foresty place.
There was something different about it – about how the trees towered over our heads. Because you looked at me, no longer curious. You looked at me, and there was something we both knew.
We both knew that was it. There was no more questions to ask. This time, your look says you’re sure. You’re in love, so you smiled. I smiled back, because I am too.
You took my hand, and in my other was suddenly, in this daydream, a bouquet of flowers. It was almost like a symbol, of the many beautiful things I’ll see by your side. You didn’t say much, but you didn’t have to. With my hand in yours, your grip soft but assuring, we both just knew.
That there is no science that can explain to us where our daydreams come from. No logical explanation about why the trees think we are soulmates.
If there is a theory to falling in love, you and I, we never knew. But upon our secret gazes, our shared laughters, our whispers in this forest – my dear, I think we both just knew.
I think we both just knew.”