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Ideal Beauty in Love at First Sight |
Through my rose colored glasses, I scan the room for a table. A four seater next to the full wall window had the perfect lighting. I silently strode through the crowd, sinking down, backpack flopping in the chair empty beside me, and pulling out my philosophy book and water bottle. I'm studying Plato's theory of love. Was love simply broken into solely three: Eros, Philia, and Agape? General grouping like that did not leave room for the complexities of human interaction and experiences. Wasn't there more depth to the connections? “Is anyone sitting here?” A gentle voice interrupted my thoughts pondering this mystery. I look up at this petite, blond haired, blue eyed boy, casually standing by the available chair, a twinkle in his eyes and warm wide smile that brightly beamed confidence. Or was it something else? The comfortable but unusual expression perplexes and astounds me. “No, go ahead.” He quickly lowers down, only briefly taking his eyes off me. My stomach flutters, catching me off guard. I grab my water bottle to avoid his eager gaze. Why is my mouth so dry? “I've never seen you here before,” he smirks. I choke back laughter. “That's a blatant lie. I'm here every day.” He looks sheepish. “Well, I just started school this semester. This is my first time taking a break here… And that's when I spotted you walking in.” Slightly stunned, I joke, “It was the glasses, wasn't it?” That adorable grin spread across his face again. My stomach danced with joy. “Yup,” he paused. “...and that you're gorgeous,” proudly announcing his observation. My jaw dropped as I was taken aback. Was this handsome young man hitting on me? “Well, thank you. You don't look half bad yourself.” I mimic his smirk. His eyes fill with a passionate fire I’ve never seen before. My body burns. I abruptly inhale, shocked by these new physical sensations. My whirling brain has no time to process, the increasing rhythm felt in my heart. Why do I have goosebumps? When had he put his hand on my thigh?! I didn’t notice. How had I become so vulnerable? Was this love? Me? Struck by Cupid's Eros? This mysterious moment feels timeless, natural and authentic together. We banter easily captivating each other with tales of past adventures. Our quick physical and emotional connection intrigues and inspires my soul. Is this chemistry? Bonding in a way none have accomplished? He had disarmed me, bursting my impenetrable bubble, with weapons of humor and compassion, intelligence and mutual respect, grasping the concepts of philosophy and the spiritual understanding beyond the basics religion teaches. His mind is an expanding universe, bouncing off my musings, creating such brilliant ideas. The connections between the emotional and spiritual realms I knew had been missing in Plato's theory of love. Still, my Ideal Beauty sits before me. I now know what love is. |