The reciprocation of light causes sight

The beauty of the morn sun

The first time I saw her was... Was Nirvana. I didn't believe in love at first sight or soulmates - but here it was, happening to me before my very eyes! I was unable to calm myself. I was ecstatic. Euphoria and dopamine were the only things I felt, apart from the feeling of falling for her. The sun rays hitting my eyes made a beautiful sight for sore eyes. It wasn't lust or feelings of flesh that drew me toward her... It was love. For the first time in life, I felt love in its purest form - so pure that it almost swept me off my feet, even physically, just like she had. The fact that I understood this emotion in the first instance meant that my heart was craving it beyond anything else. I couldn't stop looking at her; Even with all my willpower, I couldn't bring myself to look past her pristine face. It was all my eyes, my heart, my soul wanted to do - stare at her. I knew that it looked weird and that it might have made her friends slightly uncomfortable but all that mattered to me was that I was looking at my beloved. A million colourful thoughts crossed my mind - our house, our car, our children, their school, the rebellious behaviour that ensued when both Nihar and Rupa grew up to be 17. It was beautiful. There was no other word to describe all of it t once - just beautiful. I could see our life flashing before my eyes already and it was clearer than what I had planned for my career! My life had been all about running behind grades and not about people. Ah! I had seen everything I needed to die a joyful death or to live an unhappy life unfortunately aware of the fact that she could never be mine. I knew what I had to do. I pulled out the revolver from my sweaty right pocket and gracefully popped and loaded in the modified 9mm rounds. With the most natural smile across my now dry lips, pressed the end of the barrel against my right temple. I pulled the trigger and felt the bullet against my hippocampus - not pain, not gushing blood but just the pressure of the bullet against it. I knew I had ended it. So long world!