We met a year and a half from our meeting. As the twenty-minute conversation between us ended and you left me to smoke watching you go, the narrator narrated: “and there goes her soulmate, whom she’ll never see again”. I brushed it of to continue the beginning of the ending.
She went to see him in concert. His singing and movements and passion entranced her. A month later, there was another concert. She went again and all her focus was on him. Did he catch her tranced gaze, it didn’t matter because she felt the endless moments and knew he has seen her. That night, right after the music was done and she was on her way home she sent him a message saying, “I’d like to meet you”.
A couple of days later the message was read and replied, “yes, why not! :)”.
On Thursday, half an hour late she appeared outside his coffeeshop. Her pounding heart yielded to calm control. She went in the door, scanned for him and was relieved he wasn’t visible. She stood infront of the cashier and took her time looking for the right thing to order. The young man was bored and very tense. Just before paying, her eyes looked up and their eyes locked. There stood a lovely guy, dumbed and surprised, an apparent smile of relief and eyes full of expectation. She has been holding her breath, shocked and relieved. “Hiiii..”,…
