Finding you

Life is complex, like
Finding needles in haystacks,
Daunting. Tormenting.

I remember the first time I saw you. It was a scene non-erasable because my heart was palpitating so wildly I wasn't sure what I was thinking or doing. The first gaze we exchanged was momentous but that had me holding my breath for what seems like an eternity. As I gradually regained my composure I turned around and there you are, staring back at me. I wouldn't believe my luck; you look so gorgeous and perfect, yet you are interested in me. I smiled a gratuitous smile.

Of course, numbers were exchanged.

And in the week that passed we exchanged smses and calls, with a planned meet-up at the end of the week. I was so looking forward to it, and darn, something untoward must happen to me. Just 12 hours before our scheduled meet-up, my phone was stolen. Now, you can't contact me, I can't contact you. The pictures of happiness and bliss that I painted for ourselves burnt down to ashes in that instant. Now, all I can do is to try my hardest to meet you again. It took me 18 years to find you. Must I wait an arduous 18 years to see you again? May a miracle befall me.