Halfway or so through college, I met Sam. Sam was a nice person, and he could have been a good friend. I met him at a college event and we went out for coffee afterwards and on a couple of unofficial dates after that. One night we stayed up until about three a.m. talking about philosophy and literature.
He was a nerd, and I liked him a lot.
On our last date, I told him I was taking birth control. He was a rigid Catholic and he reacted more strongly than I expected.
He never called me again.
About two months later, I passed him in a hallway at school. I just glanced at him for a few seconds, but the feeling I had after seeing his face was so strong that I realized I’d been in love with him all the time I’d known him, and all the time since as well.
And so, that was the day I learned how easy it is to fall in love. It just took a couple of conversations, really, and it happened without my even realizing it.
Maybe it’s better not to realize it sometimes.
But I learned something else, too. I learned that love is just a feeling, after all.
It’s just a feeling, and that is all.