ever felt your heart melting??

Today, I fell in love. Love at first sight…well…make that first conversation. It was rather unbelievable…two strangers thrown together by sheer circumstance…a conversation that starts off to kill time…ultimately resulting the unthinkable…something I thought could never happen to me.

He walked into the room and sat down at one of the few vacant seats in the waiting room, which was incidentally next to mine. When he said “hey”, I thought he was talking to someone on his cell phone. But I was wrong. He was talking to me. Then, one sentence by another, our conversation started stringing along…unknowingly bonding the two of us together on an almost spiritual plane.

Then I was called for my appointment. My work being completed, I had to leave. My heart never felt so torn. It almost hurt me to have to walk away. To make it easier on myself, I went up to him and wished him luck for his work in particular and life in general.

He asked me to meet him for coffee in the evening. I was so excited I almost said yes before he completed his sentence. That’s the second time in my life I have ever said “yes” before I heard the entire question. The first time in the “personal sphere” of my life though.

We went out for coffee in the evening. I don’t think I have ever been so honest with anyone….emotionally honest…

And when the night started to settle in and it was time for me to head back home, he gave me his number. Those 10 digits…that’s what I think of them when I recollect the events of today. Those 10 digits.

As with all experiences, this beautiful, mind blowing experience was bound to end as well…better sooner than later, since hurt is directly proportional to the time people spend together.

As I walked away, I did the cruelest thing I have ever done to myself…I threw his number in the trash can. And that hurt me SO bad…it’s still hurting me…making me blue and sad and lonely.

But there was no other way. Why pursue something that has no future? Why show yourself and someone you care for false dreams of hope?

But even as I say these words….my heart has left my body and is wandering in some wilderness….looking for the person who now owns it.

P.S. I know I sound really cheesy at times…almost like a B grade erotica novel writer…who probably flunked all her classes! I know I am terrible at this…but it’s the sentiment that should count? Right? And on that last note...Concur or Die...:-)