Love at first sight

It was love at first sight....
The clue to everything a woman should love and wish for was there right from the start in his ironic smile that primed and swelled the archery of his full lips. There was pride in that smile and confidence in the set of his pointed  nose. Without understanding why I knew beyond question that a lot of people would mistake his pride for arrogance and confuse his confidence with impassivity. I didn't make that mistake. My eyes were lost swimming floating free in the shimmering lagoon of his steady even stare. His eyes were large and spectacularly green. It was the green that trees are in vivid dreams. It was the green that the sea would be if the sea were perfect.
But she would never tell him and was ashamed to admit it, even to herself, but she’d fallen in love with him the instant she’d seen him.
You see the first thing we love is a scene. For love at first sight requires the very sign of its suddenness; and of all things, it is the scene which seems to be seen best for the first time: a curtain parts and what had not yet ever been seen is devoured by the eyes: the scene consecrates the object I am going to love.
Love at first sight is always spoken in the past tense. The scene is perfectly adapted to this temporal phenomenon: distinct, abrupt, framed, it is already a memory (the nature of a photograph is not to represent but to memorialize)... this scene has all the magnificence of an accident.I cannot get over having had this good fortune to meet what matches my desire.