Sounds Like An Angel

My heart sank with every tick of the clock. Another empty chair, another wave of icy fear washing over me. I pictured you stuck in traffic. The anticipation had morphed into a chilling dread. Lord, all these awful scenarios started playing in my head. I wanted to scream and lash out, but all that came was a quiet, aching hurt.

 

The atmosphere softened suddenly. As if just for me, the most exquisite violin music began to weave its way through the air. It was a caress on the soul, and it left me utterly undone. I looked over, and there you were. Standing in the corner, playing with such fervor. Eyes fluttered shut. You were completely immersed. Every line, every note, was etched with a beautiful intensity. With a voice as pure and luminous as a moonbeam, you graced the melody. You've kept this part of you close, waiting for the right moment to emerge. It was as though you were sharing a tender piece of yourself with every beating heart in the cafe.

 

Silence descended as the final chords died away. Your gaze swept the room until it finally landed on me. That shy smile touched your lips. And I felt like I was seeing you for the first time. 

 

You came over to me afterward. You said you wanted to surprise me. That you were so sorry for being late, but you wanted to do something special. Tears gathered at my lashes like dewdrops. This wasn't merely words of regret. This was a precious gift meant only for me to hold.

 

So, how could I condemn you?

I was captivated by this sweet serenade spun from your thoughts of me. It's utterly, delightfully mad. But I find myself tumbling headlong once more into the depths of you. You, my darling, are so much more than the charming boy on the court. You possess a spark that leaves me breathless with each passing day. Perhaps this is the very essence of love. It thrills and terrifies in equal measure. And yet, with you, every exhilarating step feels undeniably, beautifully worth it.