Butterflies
This will be a quick one but I felt compelled to blog about an experience I had this morning.
A feeling I haven’t encountered in a very very long time..
I felt butterflies.
Today was any normal work day. I had just come out of a productive meeting and began to make my way back to my building located across the street. Not only was I late for my next meeting, but we were [finally] starting to see sight of the winter cold season so I shuffled my feet in haste. I held my laptop close to my chest as I attempted to fight off the chilly wind that was blowing towards my direction. I shivered.
It had just hit noon so foot traffic around campus was beginning to pick up. While my head was down busily processing the information that was shared in my previous meeting, I quickly looked up and noticed a group of guys — presumably fellow employees — in my line of sight, but still pretty far away. I paid no particular heed which was not unusual at all (let’s just say, I work for a tech company). So my eyes gravitated down to the ground and I went about my merry way. It wasn’t long until the same set of guys were nearing towards me and something inside of me said to look up. I did.
For no more than a millisecond, I locked eyes with him and the world felt like it shifted to slow motion — yes, just like in movies. His black hat prevented me from seeing his face in its entirety but I remember his light hazel eyes so vividly, I could draw it on paper to perfection. Before I could even process the moment, it was over and the only evidence I had that it was not merely a dream was my stomach churning in ways I hadn’t felt in awhile. It had been so long that it has become an unfamiliar feeling. After twenty five or so steps, I did something I never ever do. I slyly turned around to look at him again and there he was — his head in the same exact angle as mine. My cheeks turned red feeling slightly embarrassed that he caught me red-handed but then again, why should I care? After all, he himself was caught committing the same deed.
Needless to say, I skipped back to my building grinning from ear to ear. But my feet were just following suit — it was in fact, my heart that skipped the first beat.
One would probably assume that I went on stalker mode and began to search for the mystery guy on our internal network. Negative. I believe there are moments in life that are best left the way they are. Somehow, the unknown that ultimately breeds curiosity is what makes them special — even, magical. I trust that if he and I are meant to cross paths again, I won’t have to work at it. It will just happen. Serendipitously. And maybe, just maybe, it will be more than just a simple gaze the next time around. But for now, I leave it up to fate. God-sent fate…
Whoever you are, guy with the black hat on and dreamy hazel eyes. Congrats. You made this girl blush — even gave her butterflies…
