I walked in to the coffee shop.
She was sitting at a corner table with a John Grisham novel in one hand and a cappuccino in another. That was the first time that I saw her. I didn’t know what to call it, but just looking at her made me feel like I was walking on air.
I sat down at another table across the room where I could still see her. She put the book down and looked up. Our eyes met for a few seconds.
That was it, right at that moment when I think I fell in love with her.
There was something about him. I couldn’t say what it was. Maybe it was just the way he looked at me when our eyes connected for a few seconds right across the coffee shop.
In those brief sweet seconds, I could feel that there was a deep connect between us. It had to be love and it felt good.
I realized I was staring at her. Slightly embarrassed, I turned to look elsewhere. When I looked back at her, she was still looking at me, smiling. I contemplated walking up to her, but for some reason, I felt weak at my knees!
I decided to tell her and stood up. An iota of doubt shot through my veins amplifying the fear of rejection by her, but I mustered enough courage before I had walked to her table.
He had walked up to my table and had this nice smile on his face. I smiled back. He sat in front of me. We looked at each other in silence.
He said ‘I love you’, in sign language. I had tears roll down my cheeks when I signed back ‘I love you too’.