The Meeting

The first line says it all.

That’s why it took so long to say it. It would only make sense when it was meant to.

That moment was now.

Thoughts of her consumed him. Now more than ever. She was everywhere, and she was nowhere to be found. She was in his dreams and in his waking thoughts. She was the place his mind drifted when it wandered. What was she doing right now? What was she thinking? Did she ever think of him?

He enjoyed more and more the thoughts of her…

Her, here with him. Next to him. Smiling, laughing, saying something that somehow only he understood. She wasn’t “here” though, just in thought. Just hanging out in the space in his mind where possibilities were endless. The space that he’d happily share with her if given the opportunity.

Sometimes he was so deep in thought, that it was as if she was there. In all of his thoughts of her.

It was like she lived there now.

In his mind. And he’d not admit this, but somehow, she also lived in his heart.

And that’s why we are here.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Wanting to know her. Wanting something that he could not quite describe, but he knew she had it.

He needed to see her. Hear her voice again.

He wanted to look into her eyes. Embrace her. Experience the moments that he’d dreamed of.

Now it just had to be real.

***

Dear Diary,

Sometimes words just aren’t enough.

No matter how pretty they are…

I’ve tried to find the right words to say. Tried many times to construct the most elegant sentence, with the most beautiful words. Make it sound like poetry. Delightful to the ears.

I guess not all poetry is that way.

To me though, somehow it is.

And maybe that’s why I was drawn to him.

The beautiful and the haunted…

Though it would not appear so outwardly,

He was just as haunted as me.

His mind, the way…

The way he actually got me, how he saw beyond the superficiality that others see. Not myself being superficial. I mean, the things that others see, and then they judge you on them. Whether they like you or not.

Now, I am not naïve. I know he saw me that way too. But there was more, of course there was more. I wouldn’t bother to write about him if there were not more.

He saw the beauty in the haunted.

In truth, that’s where we meet.

Intrigued by the space between.

-Xoxo

***

She put her journal down.

She knew it was time. This was the moment that they had been leading up too since they had last spoke. There was something he wanted to tell her. Something that he wanted her to know.

That moment had somehow passed them by. Or so he thought at the time. The universe had now conspired a meeting between the two of them.

This would be a meeting for the books.

A beautiful story unfolding. A beautiful and haunted story. Both knowing they have a part to play.

It was time for them to meet.