He'd spotted her
in a crowd that fateful evening, at a concert, just before the final set was to
be performed.
She'd only half
willingly gone in the first place, and there she stood, being talked to, by
some man she'd just met. It was only 24 hours prior, in a drunken stuper, that
she'd collapsed in a pile of tears, on her bedroom floor, finally writing away
her ex-fiancé. For too long she awaited his return, but decided with all her
heart that she would no longer torture herself--almost a year and a half after
the fact, she had to move on.
She watched him all the while. He was straight ahead
of her, perhaps five meters or so, and was he ever loud in his natter, but his
gestures-even louder!
Arms everywhere,
mouth going a million miles a minute, and when he spotted her, everything
stopped. Everything. Even time seemed to stand still.
Having been
watching him, she saw him freeze, the instant he took notice of her. No word of
a lie, his eyes went wide, mouth drew open, and he pointed right at her, just
like in the movies.
Drawn to him like
a magnet, over she went. She extended her hand, to shake his. Gently, he took
it, turned and kissed it, staring into her eyes all the while, and said along the lines of:
"You are so
beautiful, where have you been all my life...?"
She, herself, was
incredibly surprised. His energy was stronger than any other man she'd met or
known-- quite possibly even the strongest of anyone she'd ever met. With
introductions and such over, he still had her hand in his, & much as he
wouldn't let go, she hadn't wanted him to..
They talked and
talked, losing all track of time, until he was beckoned back to the stage-
there was still a third set to be played, after all.
Tucked away,
where he couldn't see her, she watched him play, song after song. She'd not known of him before, but that ended
quickly as she walked home that night. There he was, poster after poster, and
from one moment to the next, from nowhere,
he was 'now here.'
The very next
day, he wrote to her---she smiled to herself…
He was winning
her heart, quickly, and whether he knew it or not, filling her with so much
love, so much energy.
He vowed that he
was different, not like the rest. And
when he told her that he loved her, she responded with, "that's your
problem."
- Neither was
she, like the rest, you see.
It was the
beginning, unbeknownst to her, of the greatest, magical love, she'd ever
experienced, to that point.
He promised her
freedom-to show her freedom-a promise
he kept.
Living up to his
word, indeed he showed her light -her freedom- and after she put that map in her
heart, seeing the way, to one another they said, goodbye.
"...They were mere passersby, who
were supposed to catch each other for a few heartbeats, in a period of their
lives- examining each others notes, singing together often time.-
Love is what she gave him, and her own freedom is what he showed her.
Together they moved forward, along
parallel tracks-
Each having completed their mission-never
to connect again..."
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