Coincidence is the start of something funny, perhaps love. It’s the first curl on someone’s lips after finding out you watch the same kind of movies. It’s the plans running in your head as you talk about this quaint coffee shop most people haven’t heard of. It’s a song slowly fading in on cue when you both laugh at an old stupid joke your neighbor used to tell. It’s when you share the same opinion about politics and then decide to talk about conspiracy theories instead. It’s the excuse hopeless romantics use to meet again on this upcoming event. Coincidence stops when they finally meet on the event and went for beer after. It stops when they arrange to go out the next weekend to watch a new horror movie. It stops when they check out the quaint coffee shop and realized it wasn’t so empty like they expected it to be. It stops when they both start making time for each other just to talk about aliens and the moon landing, to listen to corny jokes and cheesy songs, to decide to officially see each other and meet again and again and again. Coincidence stops when something funny finally happens, perhaps love. And probably commitment.
I’ve read a really interesting article last month and it was To Fall In Love With Anyone, Do This. You might be raising your eyebrows now just like what I did when I first read the title but that’s completely normal and valid, especially for those of us who believe that romantic love doesn’t work that way. But I read it anyway; you know how curiosity works, right?
The writer, Ms. Catron, shared her experience on trying Dr. Arthur Aron’s study which was to make two strangers fall in love with just a series of questions. Although they didn’t really follow the procedures for the experiment, Ms. Catron and her partner fell in love and according to her:
Love didn’t happen to us. We’re in love because we each made the choice to be.
I was hesitant at first and didn’t want to read the 36 questions, but I looked into it anyway. They were divided into three sets, each one designed to reveal more about the person than the previous. After answering everything, the strangers have to stare into each other’s eyes for four minutes. Yes, four-super-long-minutes-that-feels-like-a-year to people who have just met. You wouldn’t even do that to a close friend unless it’s a dare or you have a reward after.
However, the weird thing is, I want to try it. I wanna try it even though I still believe that romantic love isn’t something that comes out of an experiment. Because love is an unexplainable thing, one that you can’t reason out. But I’m allowing myself to consider a small probability of falling in love to a stranger through an experiment. I just need someone who is also open to the idea. And I don’t think I will meet him any time this year. Or ever.
The quote mentioned above had me asking, does love happen or do we choose it?
A question I have yet to figure out.
My heart has never felt this way before
I am waiting for that moment when I’ll finally say that. My heart is still young when it comes to romantic love. I have never felt butterflies in my stomach the way you do. Nor did I go through so much pain I don’t feel like living any longer. Extreme emotions caused by a special someone haven’t happened to me yet. I may be looking forward to love but not to pain, though I know it’s inescapable.
There are more feelings in the world I don’t know of. Weird, beautiful, crazy emotions. All waiting to be felt. All wanting to be felt. And no matter how ugly some may be, as long as I don’t die because of them, I will just be here waiting, hoping(?) until they come.