Me and my obsession with poetry are back with what I hope to be a three-shot but it can be longer or if I get too busy, shorter. This one is PROSE.
The day I came to Paris
The day I came to Paris, I saw you
And since that day, I have loved you.
I saw your back first; your spiky, messy hair, it was dark blue;
And then you turned and I saw you,
Your dark eyes connected with mine
I felt weird, I felt watched, I felt loved.
You didn't know me, didn't know who I was
But you smiled at me, you glanced and smiled,
I felt unworthy of your stare,
But I was happy, I felt loved.
Then you turned back around,
I missed your kind smile and mine faded,
You walk your way on your own, and somehow I am glad you're alone.
I resume my walk towards the bus stop,
Going the same way you go, is it fate?
I stand to wait for the bus and you stand at my side. I smile
"Hi" you greet, and my heart skips a beat,
I never thought we could ever talk,
The way I saw it, it was just a casual glance;
"Hi" I nervously say, to which you smile and there it begins.
We get on the same bus and seat next to each other.
"You new here?" you ask and I nod,
And it continues like that, just casual talk between two strangers;
We get off the bus and in the same hotel, you register, I already have a room;
We get on the same elevator and get off at the same story, our ways only part because we can't share a room, but if we could, I would gladly.
I believe in fate and it's not just a coincidence that I met you that day and were together all the way.
And I still think it was fate what got us together my love, and today on our fifth anniversary, I still remember the day I met you, the day I fell in love with you and it's been so long but I have no regrets. The best day of my life, the day I came to Paris.