When I look away. Next to me. To the other end of the empty caf\u00e9 I'm in now... I see you.<\/span><\/p>\nI don't know you. And at the same time, I know you.<\/p>\n
* * *<\/p>\n
- Daniel, you're such a romantic!,\" my ex-girlfriend once said.<\/p>\n
I didn't take it seriously then. It sounded unexpected to me. After all, I have never considered myself a romantic!<\/p>\n
- Oh, so you're a romantic!,\" a girl I don't know said to me.<\/p>\n
And the word was born again in my head. \"Romantic\".<\/p>\n
Am I like that?<\/p>\n
Unexpected!<\/p>\n
* * *<\/p>\n
Lifting my eyes from the keyboard, I run my eyes over you. Your book-looking eyes, your distinctive nose and your lips that don't stand out at all. Your sweater down to your hands and the book cover.<\/p>\n
You must have looked up when you felt my gaze or heard that the keyboard clacking had stopped.<\/p>\n
They smiled.<\/p>\n
And I melt. Again.<\/p>\n
* * *<\/p>\n
Songs about love. Books about love. Letters about love. Articles about love. Radio programmes about love.<\/p>\n
How can I not fall in love when there are so many signs around?<\/p>\n
* * *<\/p>\n
Sometimes I think I'm the world's biggest loser. I'm sitting here in a caf\u00e9 and I imagine you. A girl I haven't met yet. A girl who isn't even here.<\/p>\n
Why?<\/p>\n
Why? What is happening to me?<\/p>\n
Is it spring? Is it my body telling me that I need to bring lots of cute little kids into the world? Is it just my love-struck brain wanting more of this drug?<\/p>\n
* * *<\/p>\n
- Tell me about your childhood,\" I start.<\/p>\n
I know you'll enjoy telling me about it. Everyone likes to remember the best parts of their childhood. To feel happiness.<\/p>\n
Did you know that when we fall in love, we become like children?<\/p>\n
This is a scientific fact. Seriously, it turns out that when we fall in love, we fall in love for a reason. We go back to a time when everything was wonderful and new. And we experience happiness anew.<\/p>\n
- And again?,\" you laugh.<\/p>\n
- Again,\" I reply, \"I love to hear the stories in your voice.<\/p>\n
Smiling, you start the story. Just as gripping again. I feel in love with you again.<\/p>\n
* * *<\/p>\n
Sometimes I feel like an idiot.<\/p>\n
After all, I am in love with you. Even though I haven't even met you yet.<\/p>\n
Dissolved,
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