have you ever fallen temporarily in love with a stranger in a public place?
I must admit, I have. A single stranger I tripped with on my way to the airport, or from it, I don’t even remember anymore. I stayed. One “hello” led to something and so forth. But we never really met, the “spark” of the moment shocked us stopping from exchanging more than a few looks at first followed by a string of stupid ideas on end. The airport’s lobby saw us meet as the people around us helped us with the luggage and the papers thrown around us when our lives crashed. Two people met, that cold fateful day, each headed in a different direction. Polar opposites, that’s about as much as we could learn from our plane tickets. That and that we only had a couple of hours with which to seize a lifetime of stories. So we did, we bypassed the usual pleasantries of names and past experiences and went on to get to know the persons we were, problems and all. We were born in that instant our bags decided to intertwine and deviate us from our pre-ordained paths. Café bartenders saw us shoot questions in between sips as the coffee cups kept mounting up. Two spoons for coffee, and one for every dish we could think of. The plates unsurmounted the table giving our palates the taste of heaven. The bill grew, a hundred different names all in languages we did not care about. So there we were, two strangers stuck in a table, an island of conversation and laughter. We met as strangers and parted as lifelong mates, she got on the plane and I headed back to the hotel there was a lot to fix with a missed flight. I think I lost half of my mind in that moment, stuck in an instant that will never again repeat itself. Maybe it’s for the best.
So yes, I think I’ve fallen in love with a stranger and she’ll forever be that woman I almost missed at the airport.