I have always believed we are meant to meet the people we meet. When you are least expecting someone to change you, or your way of seeing things, or that someone just shows you true beauty, it is all part of God's, or Fate's plan. It is your path and your destination at that moment. Perhaps you will never see or talk to that person again, but that person will settle into the creases of your mind and stay forever.
I met such a person last Saturday night. It wasn't lost on me that the meeting occurred at a bar, but I didn't care. It was as though a magnetic force pulled us together and forced a late of evening of laughter and flirting to the highest degree where feeling like we had known each other for years was an understatement. Did I mention I have not laughed like this for over a year and a half? We slightly ignored our sets of friends, found ourselves sharing phone numbers and phone pins, and knew the night would not end there.
