The last time I called here, I missed her.

Today though – she’s here.

God how that smile brightens my day. It can’t be a coincidence that once again my spirits soar – it only happens when I see her.

I take in a deep breath, elated once more at taking in the same air that has the honour of touching her beautiful face. As I gaze I can’t help but find myself rehearsing what I’ll say when I get close to her – if I can get close to her. In this place she seems to be the centre of everyone’s universe and there’s no room for me. I watch as her circle of friends gather around her, seem to feed off her radiance, her vivacity. How I envy how she can hold their attention, words tripping easily off her tongue, her beauty drawing them in like moths around a flame.

And, oh god – that smile.

It just takes my breath away.

I melt where I stand and…

she sees me.

I try not to show that she has turned my days into trances, turned my nights into dreams, but such a feeling of transparency washes over me…and she knows. The instant our eyes meet, she knows everything about me. She knows how much she fascinates me, how much I need to know about her, how much I want to be with her, to have her. The depth of my attraction to her astounds me and I simply can’t keep my eyes off her. My fingers need to be running through that mass of tumbling curls. I want to feel against me the warmth of the silk that masquerades as her skin, my lips yearn to be steeped in the bliss of touching hers. All this flashes through my eyes as we look at each other for what must only be a second – and I just give it all away. I can’t help it. I want her to discover me, re-discover me.

I know we should be together. I just know. She belongs with me. It puzzles me – how I can be so sure of her, of us, when I’ve never even spoken to her, but when I look at her I feel I have loved her before, in another age, in another life, in every life. And now, I’ve found her in the life I’m living now – we have to be together.