"The Meeting"
There is so much to say.
Written by Laura Speidell.
I’ve been planning for hours, days, weeks... months...
I want to tell Him everything about myself.
I want to learn everything about Him.
It’s almost time.
I’m almost there.
I can see him looking at me.
I wave.
He smiles.
He remembers me.
I sigh in relief.
Thank God He remembers me.
He looks excited to see me again.
He actually looks happy to talk to me!
I’m there, one more person to go and it’s my turn.
My stomach churns and I become nervous.
I usually can talk to him but looking into his eyes makes my knees weak.
It’s my turn.
I hand my CD to His brother and make idle conversation as I wait to talk to Him.
His brother is really kool and all but he and I don’t talk,
I have more in common with Him, we understand each other better.
I say bye to His brother and move on to his other brother.
The brother smiles at me and shakes my hand.
Next is Him.
I’ve been planning for so long, we’d have so much to talk about this time.
We’d talk and talk and talk and then He’d ask for my number so we could talk some more.
I knew so much about Him and I knew He knew so much about me.
The letters I had written him were phenominal, they described my soul as well as his.
We were like the same person.
This was it.
I stepped in front of Him.
“Hey!” He says.
“Hello,” I reply.
I take my CD and walk away.
Next time,
I swear,
Next time
When it’s not so crowded.