Lightbulb

Seeing

And there I was, just ordinary guy experiencing something amazing. I was seeing what she sees, knowing what she feels. Her. Beautiful, amazing her. I didn't know her name, hell I had never even seen or met her, but I know she's perfect. The one to complete me. A perfect fit to my puzzle, just as I was to hers.

I could no longer see what was in front of me, the locker room in my high school, but I could see beautiful rolling hills that were illuminated by an almost setting sun. No sound accompanied the sight. She was on top of the highest bluff and sitting astride a dark brown horse.  I could feel the wind rippling through her long hair, even seeing the brown ends flicking in and out of her sight. A brunette. I could feel the contentment that radiated from her. I could feel the warmth of the setting sun on her face and the tickle of lashes on her cheeks as she shut her eyes to enjoy the heat.

And then it was gone and I opened my eyes not to the hills, but the locker room, smelling the sweat and body odor once again. So that's what it felt like. When two hearts yearn for each other so much, they force their way into the brain and fill it with what the other sees. I know she, whoever she is, will too get these glimpses into my life. I don't know when and I won't. When these things happen, one never knows when the other sees. But it will continue to happen until the heart is satisfied. Until the bond is complete and the two come together. The only thing I know at the moment is that I will meet her. It might be tomorrow, a week from now, or maybe even a month, but I will meet her. And I will see what she sees until we love each other completely and entirely. I know it sounds stupid, but it's the only way the visions end, or as they are commonly called, Views. They don't stop when you meet the person or even when you just become friends with them. No. It has to be love.