Love before first sight.

Few that noticed the young man would have thought that he was in love. Walking down the calm isles of the store while looking down at the footprints left by the many before him, his mind is drenched with anticipation and most of all fear. As if in reaction the clouds outside inched their way to cover the silvery moon darkening in the windows above, casting cold shadows that the pale lights above strove to dissipate. If asked, the man would have told you he was searching for new clothes. In reality he was forbidden from the sweet relief of sleep, doomed to relentlessly live the following day in his troubled mind, as if it had already passed. He wordlessly pays, unknowing that the lady he left was quietly saying a pray to herself that the man would find peace. He walks out, taking a second to look up and curse the dreary sky that so unmercifully bore into his mind and soul, trying to perpetuate the feeling of fear and doubt. The drive home was a quiet one; the man was alone with his thoughts. As he lay down to sleep, a sudden and complete feeling of peace overwhelmed him, tucking him into bed and putting his mind at ease. The clouds obeyed, letting the luminescent light bathe the man in its glow. The man smiled, his dreams took him once more to the next day, only this time without fear and dread.

The sun's warm, golden rays reached in caressing the man's face. The smile, which never left his face throughout the night, turned into a yawn as he got up, stretched and got ready for his day. He puts on the product of his restless adventure of the previous night, and as he sits in his car he takes a minute to think. His heart tries to match the pace of his mind, and fearing its beat would startle the neighbors the man shuts the door and drives off down the black asphalt of the cold city street. He turned on the radio to drown out the stream of thoughts, only momentarily succeeding, before turning it off once again. His destination was far off, a lonely drive with only his thoughts to hold his hand. His journey at an end he vigorously searches for signs of the object of his thoughts. He dreaded going inside the store, she might be there; he might endure a horrible rejection. Once inside he again found himself walking around tracing those that preceded him. The strange isles offered no condolence; the strange people no comforting arms. He was alone.

The buzz of a phone in his pocket startles him. Reaching for it the man knew who it would be. Stomach in his throat he answers, hoping to be able to answer, managing a soft hello. It is her. She is here! Running to the door to meet her, he suddenly realized something that escaped his mind before. She is here. He comes to a quick halt, suddenly paralyzed; the feeling of dread returns. Will she reject him? This thought refuses to leave his mind as he looks at his watch, wanting to reassure himself that time was still moving. The second hand seemed reluctant to move, seemingly laughing at its owner's turmoil. Air rushes past him, racing to some dusty corner behind him. The door had opened. He looked up. The morning light emanated in, momentarily blinding him, his eyes adjusted, and then he saw her. The second hand, having had a change of heart, now stopped. They locked eyes, the air rushing past him stealing his fear, while carrying to him the love from the one before him. Acceptance. As the man embraced his love for the first time walking down those strange isles, he was happy.