I love to write.

Here in this quaint café.

It's pleasant to pause

and watch people.

But who's this

across the puddle

of blurred faces?

Can it really be her?

My heart feels faint!

How long has it been;

months,

years,

another lifetime?

Back whenever

in that fragment of existence

on the edge of a July;

we were slaves

of time and circumstance.

We were not permitted

to fulfill friendship.

How many tears have I cried?

How many deaths have I died

thinking of her,

aching from her absence?

Is that him across this crowded cafe?

I never thought him to be a coffee drinker.

I squint my eyes and peer closer at his jawline.

It is the same chiseled masterpiece I used to daydream about running my fingers across,

A glimpse of his eyes reassures me that I am correct

Even from this distance I can tell they are the same grey-green beauties I used to get lost in 

Suddenly my breath is caught in my throat and my heart feels as if it may just jump out of my chest.

I can't believe it's him, after all these years.

I hope he hasn't seen me, looking all a mess.

It is her!

As radiant a goddess

as ever.

She does not see me.

Should I pretend

that I do not;

let time and circumstance

enslave us once again?

Time has treated him well, I see.

I have often dreamt of finding him once again

Not even in my visions was he this stunning

Old feelings resurface and I can feel myself going under

The girlish little crush I had on him all those years ago

Is now replaced by an adult yearning

And I can feel it tugging at me, pulling me in his direction

Dare I journey over there?

There are not that many steps to take

But it feels like miles are between us. 

I would feel braver if walking on a tightrope.

I cannot move, I can barely even breathe.

Adoration so strong,

Frightens me to my core.

Strange to know that I have never loved anyone more,

And yet, I've never even touched his lips

I long to venture over there and greet him with a hug,

Anything just to touch him.

But how can I presume he would even remember me?

Surely, he never felt the same for me.

He would have made a move.

I better look away before he feels my eyes on him.

Copyright(c)2003 Crystal-Rain Love