…while I am having a cup of coffee, a movement catches the corner of my eye. You’d walk in, shaking off the rain. Two ticks on the clock, and our eyes meet. I’d give an awkward smile and look back down to my book, pretending to read. Perusing the menu, you make an order. The girl at the counter smiles while she processes the transaction. You head on over in my direction, clutching a table number and sitting on the table next to me.
It’s raining heavier now, I’d notice as the water drumming on aluminium roof intensifies. The slight hustle and bustle, the fragrant aroma of fresh brewed coffee and the slight tinge of nervousness asserts itself into my awareness.
The waitress carries over your order. A steak sandwich… and a pot of tea? Perhaps the next time you’ll get a coffee, time changes things, but I guess I like that you liked tea. You caught me looking, and gave me a smile. I notice the corner of your eyes crinkling in humour. Embarrassed, I shyly return the gesture.
And at that moment, we will both just know. Know it in a way that only we both could know. That it will all work out and things will be how they are supposed to be. No words needed to be said, it would have simply felt right.
I don’t know if these chance meetings will ever happen. If there really is an invisible string that is tied to someone, somewhere, pulling people together in the imminent future. And then reality sinks in. Yes, day dreams are great for hope and inspiration but it sure doesn’t pay the bills.
And even then, maybe, we weren’t meant for anything else. A vision to soothe my tired mind or a temporary thought that brings a smile. Perhaps eventually, someone else will replace my thoughts as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep. Only to be nothing more than a sweet memory to be written in a paragraph in my journal. A note of someone who reminds me to hope and believe that it will all turn out all right somehow one day.
But maybe, just maybe one day…