Meant to be.

Meant to be.

The moment his eyes met mine I knew this was meant to be.

I could see his mouth curl up into a beautiful smile. 

‘Hi,’ he said as if it was nothing. 

The moment he spoke, the moment I heard his voice my heart started racing.

I couldn’t say anything, I could only stare. 

His eyes met mine again. 

He made his way through the crowd, smiling.

I was alone, looking for him, dreaming of him making me his. 

He returned, a cigarette in his mouth, a smile, his eyes. 

He looked up, his eyes so clear, so pure, so full of love, and life.

He smiled again, said ‘hi’ once more. 

I swallowed, ignored the heat rushing through my body, and said a simple ‘hi.’

He kept smiling, didn’t look away, he just stared.

I couldn’t keep my eyes of off him, the way he made me feel at that moment. 

While he played his guitar I saw him looking for me in the crowd. 

He couldn't find me, he was lost. 

When I left, I knew.

I knew we would meet again. 

I knew, we were meant to be. 

‘Till next time.
And this time, I will tell you how I feel.