To the stranger I had three dates with…
We bumped into each other this morning. Both of us were on our way to work. But it was not your usual stop.
I saw you from a distance and my heart skipped a beat. I felt it stopped for a second.
And then that rush of blood to my head.
We stopped in front of each other and said hi. We said yes to each others’ questions about whether we’re on our way to work.
So obvious, wasn’t it?
And then I didn’t know what to say. And you started rubbing that dry nose of yours.
The skin on your nose was still as dry and flaky, just like the last time I saw you. You obviously have not taken my suggestion to use moisturizer.
And your beard…. It was just as thick as the last time I touched it.
And that “17/8 Independence Day Run” t-shirt you wear to work, I wear mine to sleep.
And I wasn’t looking spectacular either.
But I didn’t know what else to say. That few awkward seconds.
We finally said good bye. We parted.
Then came that weird feeling, as if a wall came crashing down on me. As if the blood that rushed to my head flowed back all through my body.
It left me feeling numb. My knees went weak.
So weird. A chance meeting that made me feel like I just saw a ghost – without the goosebumps.
A bearded ghost is what you are.
And I wonder why.
Was it because there was no closure after we met last time?
Maybe that was it. Maybe this morning was our closure. Unless the Universe says otherwise.