It was lashing rain, of course, so I ended up ducking into a café to keep as dry as possible. It was a bit too late, but the warmth was nice on my damp clothes.
There was something enticing about the smell of hot chocolate and the golden glow of the lamps that made me feel lighter, somehow. Almost dreaming.
I shook off my coat, taking note of all the people in the room. The small man with a grey hair serving the coffee. A family celebrating their daughter's first day in school. A pretty brown-haired girl with her eyes on her phone screen. A man with a notepad and his head resting against the condensated windows. Everyone seemed at ease. At peace. As if there were a greater force at work settling the people and every trouble that hid behind their smiles.
There was nothing spectacular about the coffee, I knew that already. Nothing in the fogged up windows, or the chattering people, or the storm outside. Nothing even in the calm lighting or warm air. There was something that could only be made up of that feeling you got before falling into something you could never, in your wildest dreams, have come up with. A story that would take your life and make it worth living. The love that you feel when all makes amends. And the beginning and the end of your tale are far and hazy, but the light that is the middle of everything to come is bright overhead, leading you to see the world in the way that she wants you to see it. To see it waiting, with adventures, and stories, and love you couldn’t even imagine. Something to change your life forever, and that power makes the room radiate something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
But then I saw you.
I saw you with your hazel eyes, and soft smile, and flowing hair. You with your head in the clouds and the coffee warming your fingers, and your heart wrapping velvet strings around mine and pulling me towards you. Towards all that we would be together. You were my whole world, and there you sat with your eyes locking mine and letting our whole world unravel for me.
I saw you. For the first time I saw you and your eyes opened multiverses that could never be stitched up no matter how much it stung to watch the other rivers freeze, or the old covers wear, or the desert roads end. The song that rang through the golden light you emitted stained my mind like warm touches that day, and it became the first thing I feel when I wake up each day, and and my last thought before I sleep. Without empty sheets and thawed Springs, I can still hear the screams of love over everything that I’ve ever known, over my entire life and the homes that I’ve built, over the fate in our Universe that was always going to be my favourite of the multiverses.
I saw you, and you were amazing.