How was it possible to just glance and see him sitting there,
and know?
How had my heart bruised my chest with the force of its beat,
when I hadn’t even seen his face?
How did I know it was our destiny to meet,
when I could simply have walked on by?
How had fate interwoven our paths and lead us there,
without a warning bell?
How might I have missed him altogether,
if I had passed by later, just by a minute or two?
How did I find him and open my heart,
when looking for love was so far from my mind?
How did I not even know his name, that he existed at all,
until then?
How can a normal day become an extraordinary day,
when everything changed?
How did all that happen …
… the moment I walked in the room?
