I fell in love yesterday.
I like to cross London Bridge at peak hours, between 4 and 7 in the afternoon, because at this time it is crowded with business men and women, well suited and good looking.
On my way out of Monument yesterday, I was looking for the path to London Bridge station.
I jumped on the first person who seemed to have answer and not to be on a rush at this moment.
- I’m sorry. If I want to walk to London Bridge, you know how long it is?
- Hm... 5 to 10 minutes.
- Ok. And how can I go there?
By the time he had given the directions and I had thanked him, I dived my sight in his eyes: blue, bright. And communicative. I guess he experienced the same thing, because at this moment all his face changed to a shinning expression and I saw imperceptible wrinkles produced by a smile on his lips. At this moment I felt warmed.
I think we fell in love at this moment. But I turned the heels to – maybe- the love of my life and I ran to the wine class for which I was already late.
The idea of introducing me came after, although it would have seemed bizarre: why should we leave behind a beautiful person because of we are afraid of judgment?
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