I’m in a coffee shop.
It was a particularly good day to be in a coffee shop because it was a snow
day. Good coffee, good food, and a good book. High school is a good place to be
in life sometimes because there still are snow days. You don’t have to go to
work on those days yet because you don’t need money.
I was deep into the
book I was reading when I heard a voice. It was an energetic kind of voice that
seemed to demand one’s attention. I looked up. I found myself immediately
attracted to the girl who belonged to the voice. I had that feeling when a
little flutter begins in your heart and an unsettling in your stomach begins.
Don’t get me wrong; it
was not “love at first sight” as some call it. I don’t believe in any initial
feeling being called love. Love is more of a long term, self-sacrificing thing.
I think people that believe in love at first sight over-indulge in their
sentimental nature.
As this girl ordered
her drink and sat down, I could not help but steal the occasional glance. She
was, in fact, beautiful. She was short with dark hair. She looked almost
Italian.
What was strange is that there was nothing in
particular to attract me to her. She was pretty.
But, I see a number of pretty girls on any particular day. Maybe if she came in
on a different day, or in a different way, I would not have noticed her. I
wonder, sometimes, if people’s chemicals can just match at the glance of an
eye. It really makes no other sense. I don’t know her, she doesn’t know me. But
when I look at her, something leaps that demands my attention, and demands my
action. Maybe the same thing happens when she looks at me. That can happens sometimes.
Sometimes the chemicals are one sided, but sometimes they aren’t. That’s magic,
if you ask me.
The girl got up and
walked out the door with her friends. Maybe one day I will see her again under
different circumstances. A circumstance where I can easily talk to her or find
out about her. Maybe I will never see her again. For some reason, I think I
will.
