You stopped my world.
In a crowded room, there was only you,
And we both knew it.
At least I fantasize that you knew too.
Life was life.
I had a boyfriend and told you he might answer the phone, but I still gave you my number, because I knew it was you.
Not sure what would have happened if you called, but I’ve always wondered what life would have been.
I’ll forgive you because of tonight.
We are meant to be together.
I knew it then.
I’ve never forgotten it.
Never forgotten you.
Did that really happen?
Are you real?
The touch of your skin,
The taste of your lips,
Your mouth on my breast,
Was that real?
It can’t be.
People don’t make out with strangers.
People don’t mysteriously connect on the side of the road, after a brief meeting which might have been a dream 12 or 13 years ago.
People don’t have soul mates, or soul-friends-with-benefits, or soul strangers.
There’s no such thing as meant to be.
But I’ll tell you this,
Will never leave me.
Just like those few minutes so many years ago.
Whether that was the same you,
Or merely the you of that moment.
Whether then or tonight really even happened,
Or they were drug induced dreams.
You, are the one I’ve been hoping to find.
Thank you for being real.