Where Will I Meet You?

I saw the boy of my dreams yesterday.

I was sitting in the corner, hidden in the shadows drinking coffee from a large pink cup with bright yellow spots.

He was perched on the stool, with one foot resting on the rung and the other on the ground.

The dark red dress shirt he wore fit across his broad shoulders and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, showing off tanned arms. His jeans were faded and loose and scuffed at the hem. I liked the contradiction. His face however was obscured as he sat hunched over his guitar, plucking its strings quietly; testing it.

The café was crowded and the chatter loud. But I heard every note he played. Crystal clear, like we were the only ones in the small room.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. There was something so mesmerising about him; his manner.

He looked up then, dirty blonde hair falling into his eyes. He flicked it and I caught a brief glimpse of bright green. The sort of green you imagine the grass to be on a perfect spring day. And then they were hidden again, behind the curtain of his hair.

He pulled the mic stand closer to him. It emitted a loud squeal that echoed through the room. Unlike the rest, I barely flinched as he flashed the crowd a sheepish smile exposing a glimmer of boyish charm.

“This was for…a girl,” he said. His voice was raspy and low and it felt like a caress. It sent a shiver down my spine.

He didn’t waste any more time like so many others before him had, and struck the opening chords of his song. I watched every deft chord change he made, every expression that crossed his face and heard the emotion in every word he sang. He kept his eyes closed the entire time.

I felt his heartbreak and I could only imagine how it was for him: reliving it all over again.

He ended the song on a haunting note and kept his down for a few seconds, as if lost in his own thoughts. The applause from the crowd was immediate. It jerked me out of my thoughts and I joined in, clapping furiously. He looked up finally and flicked hair out of his eyes again. I liked how he did it almost unconsciously.

Smiling softly, he scanned the crowd and when his green eyes found mine, he held my gaze for a moment before continuing on.

I exhaled slowly the breath I hadn’t realised I had been holding.

I was in love.

author's note: I needed to put this down on paper. It means a lot to me.