When I first laid eyes on you, I knew.
I don’t know what it was about you,
but I knew it was you.
That I had found what I had been looking for.
I’m not even really sure what it was, that I was looking for that is.
But I have a feeling you could tell me.
It’s a surreal moment, really.
I’m not sure how to explain it.
It was like seeing the rest of my life laid out in front of me and in each moment,
I was holding your hand.
Maybe that’s how I knew.
Or maybe because I can’t look away.
I have no idea how long we’ve been staring at each other or how long my friend has been calling my name,
or when the crowd in this club started to thin out but I know it doesn’t feel long enough.
Maybe it never will.
I don’t know what happens after this.
If you’ll walk up to the bar and ask me to dance.
Maybe this liquid courage in my hand will convince me to walk up to you first.
We might bump into each other in the parking lot tonight.
Or maybe years from now in a Starbucks.
I’m pretty sure it’ll all end the same way regardless.
My mom used to say what’s meant to be is meant to be.
And I’m pretty sure we are.