Our crashing reunion.
To be honest I'm nervous. According to what I have been told, I'm going to meet our new PR agent here. When I was given her details, my breath caught in my mouth. We didn't part on good terms to have been meeting again. I'm not sure how this night's gonna go. I'm breathing heavily, my palms are sweaty, my pulse is quickening.
'I have to do this!',I say to myself.
Taking a Deep breathe, I walk into the bar.
And believe me when I say, I instantly had a feeling of recognition, of being pulled to something which was mine.
And then I see her.
Across the room full of people, dancing, conversing or doing whatever. Frankly, I couldn't care less for anyone else but her. My eyes are all for her.
Taking it as an opportunity, I ogle her.
I notice how her hair are now straight, falling smoothly down her head over her shoulder and how she got rid of those pretty curls she had Two years ago.
She's more slender now, I think. But with what I see, the curves are still in place.
I close my eyes for an instant.
As I travel back into that time.
As I open them again, I see her smiling, she's talking to someone sitting beside her on the bar stool.
She is throwing her hands in the air, I'm sure she's trying to explain something to the other person.
I lean against a pillar, my eyes fixated on a wall nearby, all the while thinking that how, When I planned to come here, I had thought it would be easy.
Our lives are going to cross paths again for the love of God! How could it be easy? Nothing was easy between us. It has never been
'I'm here to talk buisness with her and buisness I will do! Get a grip, dude!', I say it to myself again.
And with all the confidence I muster up, I look back up,
Our eyes Meet.