reminiscence

the moment you stepped into the shop, i knew it was not going to be easy. you sat, smiled, and i had to catch my breath. i must've looked blue for a moment and grinning sheepishly the next when we shook our hands.

in fact, before you came, i have reviewed the scene in my head a hundred times - i'm going to just chill and look uber-cool when i finally see you, but plans don't always work out the way we want them to. you were (and are) more than what i imagined you'd be.

and then you began to speak. it was just one word: hey, and yet it took every piece of me to blurt out something in reply. i'm like a babbling baby learning to talk -- "finally"; three syllables chas, three syllables, get it right. if i heard you right, you said in the most charming voice i've heard -- "yeah, what's up? musta?" or was it a multitude of angels singing hallelujah - i couldn't tell the difference.

was it an hour or two? i was not counting. i just wanted to look at your face and to listen to your voice. they are now two of my most favorite sights and sounds in the known universe.

sheesh.