I saw you. I fell in love.
A bit of a cliche,
but such is life.

Only I didn't fell in love
when I saw you. It was gradual.
In terms of absence. One day,
I suddenly noticed you were not there
(that is, I was able to distinguish  
how empty the world was without you in it).

This arrow flew a long time,
which only means that it hit
with grater strength.

You see, this is not love on a whim.
When I see you I don't think "I fell",
rather I flap my arms, taste the fear,
and think "Why the hell I don't stop falling?".