Every moment is a story awaiting to be told. A small speck of dust, lying dormant in a corner can trigger an avalanche of emotions. Sometimes taking you away for hours as it arrives, unannounced.

I met him a couple of years ago. I cannot particularly remember anything besides his smile, and smiling eyes on seeing me. I’ve seldom seen a man so happy seeing me. It felt as if he was witnessing magic. And guess who was the one inspiring it all?!

I can barely remember what we talked of, for hours that we were together at a local cafe. It felt as if we had known each other for eons. Wanting time to stand still, and never wanting to part our ways. It felt as if I was witnessing someone falling hopelessly in love with me!

Now, it was my turn to witness magic. I wanted to pinch myself.

I saw his beautiful eyes glittering, and could sense the eagerness in his voice to share all the exciting stories he had to share with me. Being a versatile personality, I surely was fascinated by his presence. He spoke eloquently and with passion. Flair in his language and needless to say, charm in his demeanor. A true blue gentleman, who quickly step forth to open the door for me when we had entered the cafe. The conversation flowed back and forth. Smoothly, like waves with gentle breeze. I couldn’t believe how so many hours flew past in a blink of an eye.

The so-called business meeting had ended with him handing me a magenta wildflower.