The Perfect Fit

Just the other day, I was walking around my college listening to music. There was no set genre of music, somewhere between rock n roll, sprang up Beethoven's 5th Symphony.

This seemingly random (not to mention - somewhat nonsensical) detail shall be explained in a moment. 

Have you ever felt that something's just right? That, perhaps, the dressing in your salad is exactly the amount needed? That the roller coaster you just stepped off went at exactly the correct speed? That your teacher gave you the appropriate grade for your assignment?

Oh, don't fret – the last one never happens. It's a myth being propogated by the Teachers' Union to prevent students from getting their hard earned grades. Don't fall for it!

When Beethoven's melody came up right after “Highway to Hell”, I felt relaxed; as though this was the only song that ought to ever come after a loud, adrenalin pumping rock n roll song.

Something similar happened to me, a few days ago.

No, my Caesar's dressing was poorly done that day, and that roller coaster was way too fast for my liking – resulting in the expulsion of aforementioned salad all over the floor.

A few days ago, I met someone quite remarkable.

For three days and three nights, I was in the company of one peculiarly interesting female.

Okay, the nights were spent alone thinking about her. But the days were spent in her presence.

This wasn't a weekend getaway romance; I myself am merely a student. I had the fortune to attend a conference where she showed up. Prior to this conference, I had no idea who she was, or what she does, or how she's going to turn my entire life dupside own.

Yes, she was gorgeous. Svelte frame, short in stature, breathtaking features – the whole nine yards.

But, in hindsight, that's not why I felt drawn to her. 

I felt drawn to her because of the way she talked. She had a manner about her; a way to get under my skin without uttering a word. It was as if her mere presence made my hair raise up on end and my palms sweaty.

And when she did speak?

It was as though someone boiled ambrosia, filtered it (to ensure it isn't lethal to mere mortals), and spewed it into the air. Her voice was sonorous, I tell you. Her witty remarks, quirky comebacks and excellent puns were nothing like I'd heard before.

Around her, everything else came to a standstill. I could stay and listen to her for hours and hours. I could stare at her from the corner of my eyes all day. 

I think I've fallen for her. I don't have the gall to do anything about it; nor will I ignore my feelings.

But much in the same way as Beethoven's 5th Symphony, I feel that I've found myself the perfect fit.