I have always wondered how some people manage to mix up gratitude with true love.

They are obviously two very different emotional matters.

Even though you may owe your life to someone who saved you doesn’t mean that the feelings you have towards him/her is love.

I couldn’t comprehend at all why the heroine would fall in love with the hero who saved her.

Until today.

My family member was admitted to the hospital for stroke.

I was extremely anxious & terrified for my father, I was in panic.

A young doctor approached to deal with our case, he came to my rescue.

He was slim and medium in height. His black hair was in soft curls. He had fair and smooth skin. His nose & mouth were covered by a surgical mask. Behind his sophisticated spectacle was a pair of very intelligent yet kindly eyes. His voice was soothing and gentle. He moved with an elegant grace as if he were floating in the air.

I was instantly taken by him.

I felt such a strong emotion that I could only describe as falling in love.

I was so glad that he was by my side. I felt a longing to remove his mask to see his face.

I had such an urge to put my arms around him to embrace him close.

I yearned to place my lips on his.

I wanted to hold his hands and tell him “I love you.” 

Suddenly, I was in and over my head.

I realized what I’ve been thinking.

It was absolutely irrational, yet it felt so right.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

My knight in shining armor.

My unrequited love.