ain't got nothin' to lose.
i was enjoying my vacation with beer in hand, staring out the glassless window of a wall; my view was a framed painting of a lazy city on a lazy day and i fit right in with my nothing-better-to-do self.
a vintage vw bug rolled into my gaze and parked just across the street.
my jaw dropped as the car door opened and a man that owns himself just right stepped into my life. he seemed to swagger on beat with my heart. my very first thought was disbelief that this kind of creature actually existed, my second that i'd kill to be on his arm.
i didn't take a breath or a blink as i watched him settle on a bench directly in front of me- how could my dream only be a roadside away? i never cared so little about staring, after all, i was out of town and he never had to see me again if he didn't want to.
i was reminded of my own existence when he looked up at me, locking eyes. i refused to look away- i was captivated and couldn't care less about my desperation for him.
after minutes of shared obsession, he stood up and did that strut of his right out of the frame.
i was nervous that he was on his way to me, only to be disappointed.
i'd rather leave as a question.
i threw down cash to cover my beer and searched my bag for that papered brain of mine and ripped a sheet, frantically drew my name and scrolled my number, adding a good ol' "xoxo" for good measure.
i set my heart on the table and hurried out the door. i glanced up the road only to see my dream working his way down my side of it. i turned opposite way and headed for reassurance.
the next day, as my plane landed back into reality i turned my phone to power only to receive a message from that man of a man:
now all we have is distance and bottled messages.
