I can see exactly where he sat down at the bar. It was slightly tucked away, right next to a large column that almost served as a sheet for this fort of solitude. I walked over to him in a haze made famous by made for TV movies. It was as tho we were the only two in the bar.
I leaned against the counter causally, said my hello, and asked what he wanted. I knew the answer before he even spoke. But what I remember most is dirt on his white tshirt. His motor oil stained hands, calloused from a 14 hour work day. The smudge of grease on his left cheek.
As he rubbed his hands together, lifted his mess of hair head, and looked at me, I really saw him for the first time.
His eyes were so green, with gold little specks all around the middle, and more sparkle than a lit Christmas tree. The expression on his face was so honest, and caring, and strong, and gentle. I had never seen more truth in someone's eyes before this wave of clarity. It was then that I felt my heavy heart reach out and hold so tightly to another soul, and I just knew that it would never let go.
It was in that moment, where there wasn't a sound, nor so much as a single breath, that I realized, I was completely in love with this man.
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