The soul
I look at her. She's pretty. I haven't seen her around here before. She seems a little lost. I wonder if I should get up and go say hi. But then, I might lose my seat at the bar. I'm waiting for a friend. He's late. As usual, but I wait, I can be patient. I watch her as she looks around and there's a moment of recognition in her eyes as she looks at a spot near the door. Someone has obviously come in, but I can't take my eyes off of her.
She hugs this new comer, a smile in her eyes, a perfect smile on her lips. She isn't sure of something as she separates from him, a smile that turns into a slight frown. She walks towards me, a slight touch on the guy's hand. "Hey man." Of course, the guy has to be him, my best friend since childhood.
He introduces her to me, I smile and offer her my seat. She refuses, smiling politely. She looks a little confused as she looks up at him. He introduces her as his friend, he knew her from college, and got re-acquainted recently. That's not an issue for me. She smiles a lot, she's friendly, she orders herself a drink, and she laughs at my jokes. A small yet hearty laugh that sends shivers down my spine and my heart skips a beat. For the first time in a really long time, I felt hope. Love in its simplest forms. Love at first sight.
The heartache
The cab runs into traffic a minute from my destination. I step out and walk, I have to get to them soon. I reach the door to the pub, and pause for a minute. Tensed. I close my eyes and walk in, I look around for a familiar face and I see recognition on her face.
She hugs me as I approach her, I tense up. It's awkward. I think she likes me. I look at her and see a small frown. I walk her toward my friend, who is waiting at the bar, a slight touch on my hand. I ignore it "Hey man." It was time to make introductions.
I introduce her to him, he smiles and offers her his seat. It's all good. She refuses, smiling politely. She looks a little confused maybe as to why she's here. I introduce her as my friend, say that I knew her from college, and that we got re-acquainted recently. My friend is at his best behaviour, a riot. This is going good. She smiles a lot, she's friendly, she orders herself a drink, and she laughs at his jokes. A small yet hearty laugh that sends shivers down my spine and my heart skips a beat. For the first time in a really long time, I felt hope. I think they approve of each other, I can tell him I love her.
I look at her. She's pretty. I haven't seen her around here before. She seems a little lost. I wonder if I should get up and go say hi. But then, I might lose my seat at the bar. I'm waiting for a friend. He's late. As usual, but I wait, I can be patient. I watch her as she looks around and there's a moment of recognition in her eyes as she looks at a spot near the door. Someone has obviously come in, but I can't take my eyes off of her.
She hugs this new comer, a smile in her eyes, a perfect smile on her lips. She isn't sure of something as she separates from him, a smile that turns into a slight frown. She walks towards me, a slight touch on the guy's hand. "Hey man." Of course, the guy has to be him, my best friend since childhood.
He introduces her to me, I smile and offer her my seat. She refuses, smiling politely. She looks a little confused as she looks up at him. He introduces her as his friend, he knew her from college, and got re-acquainted recently. That's not an issue for me. She smiles a lot, she's friendly, she orders herself a drink, and she laughs at my jokes. A small yet hearty laugh that sends shivers down my spine and my heart skips a beat. For the first time in a really long time, I felt hope. Love in its simplest forms. Love at first sight.
The heartache
The cab runs into traffic a minute from my destination. I step out and walk, I have to get to them soon. I reach the door to the pub, and pause for a minute. Tensed. I close my eyes and walk in, I look around for a familiar face and I see recognition on her face.
She hugs me as I approach her, I tense up. It's awkward. I think she likes me. I look at her and see a small frown. I walk her toward my friend, who is waiting at the bar, a slight touch on my hand. I ignore it "Hey man." It was time to make introductions.
I introduce her to him, he smiles and offers her his seat. It's all good. She refuses, smiling politely. She looks a little confused maybe as to why she's here. I introduce her as my friend, say that I knew her from college, and that we got re-acquainted recently. My friend is at his best behaviour, a riot. This is going good. She smiles a lot, she's friendly, she orders herself a drink, and she laughs at his jokes. A small yet hearty laugh that sends shivers down my spine and my heart skips a beat. For the first time in a really long time, I felt hope. I think they approve of each other, I can tell him I love her.
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