Rapture
I don't know what inspired me to write this story. It's not finished. It's not based off of personal experience. It was simply me thinking and answering a prompt that I created, "Imagine seeing the person who you were going to spend of your life with." This is more of an optimistic outlook. This is what I hope will happen. This is about as close to perfection as I could get to, at least in my imagination.
Comments, critiques, your own opinion about the story is encouraged. This is simply my fantasy, and also therapy, in a way. To give me hope and to keep the bad thoughts away.
Never give up.
I don't include species because this applies to real life, and honestly I don't see myself marrying an anthropomorphic dog or horse in real life.
It's a work in progress, like everything in life is.
I looked up, and that was when my life changed forever. For better... or for worse. At that moment, I did not know and frankly did not want to know. All I knew at that point was that that person I was looking at was the man who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I wasn't in the classiest of bars in the world, it was more or less a cheap version of a respectable dive bar. I mean, you could smell the mold in the walls and it was one of those places where you'd imagine seeing the bartender spitting into a mug to clean it. Thankfully I've never seen that happen while I was here.
If anyone else would have looked at him, they wouldn't have seen anything special. They would have just seen a man. Just that: a man. A man like you see everyday waiting for a bus stop or buying milk for his family or for himself at the grocery store. But that's what's funny about seeing the person you were going to spend the rest of your life with for the first time; at that point in time, that person becomes the definition of perfect for you. You only. For that is your mate, that is the person you will die for and whom you would kill for. That is the person you will do anything for, that is the person you will weep for, hurt for, bleed for... do anything you possibly can to make them smile. Because in that relationship, what you take from them is their love and what you give them is being there for them, for better or for worse. Till death do you part.
I was in the back of the bar, drinking water. Yeah alcohol wasn't for me, I just went to this place just to do something different. When you do the same thing everyday, depression gets to you and you try and find something else to do to add some excitement to your life. Suffice to say I was severely disappointed until... well you know.
When you see that person, that man or woman, time seems to slow down. At least in my experience, time didn't exist. In fact the bar didn't exist. There was no God, there was no universe. There was only him, and me. I don't know what chemicals were released into my body at that point in time, but I never want to experience it again.
He was with friends, which was to be expected. Who goes to a bar alone? Well, besides me. Maybe people looking to drink away the "what ifs" about their lives. I had never experienced a "what if" moment, I was always that person that thought "what now?".
So I stared at him. Like I said time stopped existing from the moment I laid eyes on him so I cannot tell you how long I looked at him for. All I know is that it wasn't enough time. I was hooked on him immediately. I lived for him, I breathed for him, he was my reason for existing. I can't explain how I knew all this right then, but our kind isn't exactly the kind that can be explained all the time. I mean, what is more complex than our brain? We'll probably never understand how our brains work, and if we do I wouldn't be surprised if it was something out of a horror book. Something so scary and unthinkable that it would only be considered fictitious.
How do I approach him? How do I talk to him? How... so many hows... I had never dated someone before. I had never had sex. I had my first kiss in a game of truth or dare with a girl, and I'm gay. How do you go on about getting the person that person who was created for you? Alcohol at that moment would have probably helped, but what happened next was what Dali would have deemed a master piece.
It was an out of body experience. Surreal... I couldn't control myself at that point. I just had one thing on my mind: him. I had to talk to him, I had to touch him, I had to smell him, I had to taste him, I had to see everything about him. I had to learn everything that my five senses allowed me to learn about him, and even then I wouldn't be satisfied. I had to have him or else I would die.
I approached him, not subtly might I add. Sneakiness doesn't really apply to someone who had just fallen in love in the matter of an instant. As I stumbled over to this... being of perfection, I started shaking. My skin signaled perspiration by prickling and my mouth tasted like cotton. He hadn't noticed me yet, thank God, I still needed to compose myself. Some part of my brain knew that if I stepped up to him sweaty and wild eyed it would probably scare him off, and then... Well I didn't even want to think about that.