One night changed the wiring.
You can name the night. Maybe the date, maybe the room, definitely the feeling — one match, one moment, one collective scream, and a switch flipped that never flipped back. The Eye has examined your wiring and found the signature everywhere: you are converted by lightning, not by drizzle. Your deepest loyalties — people, places, callings — all trace back to single high-voltage moments where something cracked you open and poured itself in before you could close. You didn't gradually warm to your best friend; there was A Night. You didn't slowly choose your path; it struck. This is why slow burns confuse you and why you secretly distrust anything that never had a lightning moment — if it didn't arrive like revelation, is it even real? The Eye's answer, gently: yes. But it understands why you ask. You were baptized by intensity, and you've been checking every sky for that weather since.
Get your read — free on iPhoneone night installed all of this. and you've quietly distrusted every love since that didn't arrive as lightning.