I am not a believer of love-at-first-sight BS. Lust, perhaps.
How can you love someone you just met?
But stranger things have happened, I am told. Cynics have been converted into believers, and then reconverted into cynics.
Or maybe, I am just sick of writing sad stories.
My short short, “Dance Off” (in One Forty Ficton), was written in a moment of weakness. My first ever attempt at happy endings. Read it here.