At the risk of sounding pretentious, I'm going to quote my own WIP regarding my feelings on this:
His words kept echoing in my head. He’d said the universe had guided him to me.
I didn’t believe in destiny or love at first sight or any of that Hallmark movie crap. Even as a little kid, I’d seen the holes in that concept. Love was something that grew between people, not something that appeared in a flash of lightning.
But I wondered, now, if there was such a thing as recognizing another person at first sight. When Dev had stood in front of the class and introduced himself, I hadn’t exactly been attracted to him, but something inside me had sat up and paid attention, anyway. Partly just because he was different, in so many ways—and because I, more than anyone, had reason to notice. But it had felt deeper than that, somehow. More personal. I’d been strangely fixated on him from the very beginning, always watching him from the corner of my eye, thinking about him, wondering.
Maybe, sometimes, the subconscious mind picked up signals and noticed patterns that the conscious mind didn’t. Body language. The direction and length of a person’s gaze. Subtle changes in facial expressions. All those things conveyed information, and humans were social creatures, so our brains were hardwired to hone in on that data. Maybe there was some sense in which you could know someone at a glance—see into them in a flash, like an X-ray.
And maybe, in that moment, one of those windows had opened between us.
I had looked at him and thought, somewhere deep beneath my conscious mind, I know you. We have the same pain.