Luc Beauthoaise, The Hopeless Romantic

Friends, I fear my heart has been captured and held for ransom.

This woman, who can only be described as the earthly manifestation of Athena, has taken the cornucopia of my desires, and spilled the fruit of my love, all over the table of destiny, with some of it falling onto the floor of passion.

Yes, it is true that I don't even know her name, and that her eyes may have only glanced fleetingly in my direction on the eastbound bus this afternoon, and okay, I might have been picking at my nose, but only on the outside, and just for a moment, but does true love really care about the details of fate? No, it can only be that the connection that was made between our two lovelorn souls was meant to be, and although we may never again share an innocent gaze, we will always have that special moment, only known by lovers true, and perhaps only sung in sonnets, and maybe written in a poem or two, and there's an outside chance that a romance novel had a paragraph that mentioned a similar instance.

Can it be though, that somewhere out there, you are thinking about me, and what our lives could have been together, you and me, with narry a concern about the troubles of the outside world, or the "what if's" had we not had that singular moment, that iinfinite stare across that finite distance? Is it possible that I will never truly be alone in this dark world, because I have experienced love in a form that can hardly be described in lines of text? I know that I will always cherish our special gaze, and that should I never see you again, I will always have that special place in my beating heart that cries out for you, bus girl.