Meeting You ✓

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Chapter 4

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I never believed in the concept of love at first sight.

Here's a little look into my life.

To start off, my parents were immigrants.

Going from an Asian setting to a Western one proved slightly difficult in the beginning. One of the first complications was my naming process.

Man En, my Chinese name, came with a beautiful meaning. Man meaning vast and En meaning kindness. Man En was born to bring vast kindness to the world.

Ilys, on the other hand?
An acronym.

It literally translated into "I Love You So".

Growing up, all I heard from the other kids was "Ilys is going to fall in love!", "So romantic!", "Great pickup line opportunity!", "I love your name!".

Love, love, love.

I heard it so much I grew sick of it.

Didn't necessarily help that my parents divorced.

Still, I wondered what love at first sight would've felt like.
True love – knowing they were the one.
Butterflies? A warm fuzzy lingering in the chest?

Could it really be that soulmates existed and you knew that person was for you at one glance?

Theo ;)

- Hey Ilys! Just realized I forgot to give you the address to the cafe.

Me

- It's alright, I know where it is.

Theo ;)

- You do? Do you go there often?

Me

- Yea. My friends and I go there every weekend.
Almost every weekend.

Theo ;)

- Nice! See you then?

Me

- Will do, see ya!

Waves of happiness surged through my body.
My eyes shut as the glow of the screen diminished, phone dropping onto the soft mattress.

I can't believe he texted first.

It was odd, really. After years of resenting romance, why was I letting my emotions carry me forward?

He was just another guy.

Another good-looking guy.
Another good-looking guy who shares the same interests.
Another good-looking guy who asked you on a date.

Was it a date? No way.

My inner thoughts flared in a thousand different directions, frustration and euphoria all at the same time. I buried my face into the soft fluffy white cushion I was laying on and let out a loud yelp.

Long hair draped over my face in a messy curtain of black, round nose pressing harshly against the bed.

"Hey, Lys."

The voice was muffled, entering into the background.

"You really like this guy? How long have you known him?"

I didn't need to lift my head to know it was my brother but I did anyway, sighing as I turned to face his usual look of disdain.

Kinsley was dressed head-to-toe in baby pink today, front bangs tied up in a makeshift ponytail that stuck out like a unicorn horn on the top of his head. Without my glasses, his sides flared out, making him look like a fluff of cotton candy.