That despairing moment when you realize, all too late, that you just met someone and there was something. Something more than the average spark.
This spark says, "Hello. I feel as though we've met before. This feels right. We should spend our time together. We should run through the rain. We should go crazy on a sunny day. We should laugh at each other. We should pick daffodils. We should kiss like the eskimos."
I should have said something. I had my opportunity. I even knew what I should have said. Yet, the glue stayed on my feet unbroken. My mouth no longer connected to my brain. I just watch as you pass by, you whispering your salutations, acknowledging the fierce spark that fogs both our visions, and I whisper mine.
She escaped out the door and I stood in place bemused by my own ability to discount and evade the magnetism of our hearts. Something so naturally occuring shall not be ignored. Or at least not for long.
This sets my feet in motion. That all-too-familiar motion that can take me from here to you. A to B.
From a high up tower I watch as my arm stretches for the door. My mind caught up on one idea. One conviction. I convict myself of wanting to love you. My jury of peers may begin their judgement at any time. I hereby throw myself into a fire.
The door opens.
"Miss, may I have your telephone number?" I ask no one but myself. The hall is empty. She slipped away and there was something I actually could have done. Maybe we will meet again. It could be in our cards, a pair of Aces.
Let this be a lesson. Do not just 'Try!' Do not let another slip on by. And if we are destined to meet again, I will make her mine.