Fate is a funny thing. Or maybe it's serendipity. As many people know, Cyndi and I grew up 1/4 mile away from each other. We went to the same grammar school, the same junior high, and the same high school. We played in the same areas, knew many of the same people, and quite possibly interacted with each other. But it wasn't until we met as young adults, that the magic, or the chemistry, or the timing, or whatever the proper phrase, was right for us.
Consider the couple who eye each other from afar. Maybe his name is Murray and her name is Crystal. Maybe he is from Scotland and is a soccer instructor, and maybe she is from Indiana and is a registered nurse. Maybe they both live in a big city--like Chicago--happy with the paths their lives have taken, but still searching. Searching for that person to fill an empty space. Searching for someone to share a beer with on a Saturday afternoon; someone to split the Sunday paper with over coffee. Maybe Murray and Crystal have crossed paths many times in the big city, but one day the magic or the chemistry, or the timing, or whatever the phrase, makes it right for them.
I could be wrong, but I think this happened to a young couple I met last night at Elephant & Castle on Adams Street. I feel that, during my brief interaction with them, I was witnessing something special. I saw it in their eyes. It's always in the eyes. And the way her leg rested in between his, and the way they playfully touched one another. This was their first date, and I am probably projecting more of what I hope might happen for them than really what I know. Love can be filled with many things, including pressure. They certainly don't need to hear it from a strange 39 and 334 day year old stranger.
I hope fate. I hope serendipity. I hope cupid. I hope.
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