It was a chaotic morning as usual. At her regular café, she parked her car and headed towards the glass door entrance; when suddenly she felt her heart stop. She stood there, her body still. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. She was reassuring herself that she was not getting hallucinations. She looked around, to ensure this was a reality and through the glass door, she saw him. Sitting in her favorite black shirt, legs crossed and holding his newspaper; she could only see his eyes.
Happiness, anger, fear, and anxiety filled her mind. She wanted to hug him, love him again, sing memories with him, and just for once gaze at him, again. She had imagined this moment in her head; almost every day. “The next time I’ll see him….I’ll fight…I’ll love…I’ll break again…” But now that he is standing in front of her; she is not able to do anything. Her chain of thoughts was disrupted when she realized he was staring back at her.
The glass door separated them. The glass door: allows you to see everything, but forbids you to feel everything. She wanted to smile, but her eyes turned red. She wanted to wave at him, but she was frozen. It was like she had everything at the moment, yet somehow it felt empty. He rose from his seat, not taking his eyes off her. He climbed down the stairs and started approaching her. She was scared and happy. A car stopped in between them. He was not visible to her anymore. She heard the door shut when the car left. The road was now empty. He left, probably.
She blinked a few times; to get a better view. She was unable to believe. Had he left, already? But he was approaching… Or was he? Has this been going on in her mind? But no; he was there. She made sure that there were no hallucinations, anymore.
She woke up, rubbed her eyes, and kissed him good morning. Silly mind, silly love, and silly her.