We sat at the cafe, by the river, the sea breeze making a mess of our hair. I lit my cigarette and you ordered our drinks. The pianist was having his break, so they played a mix of ballads by different singers. I heard Taylor Swift's Begin Again floating around. The lull of conversation and clinking of wine glasses surrounded us, as we sat there in silence, both unsure of what to say.
I looked up and caught your eye, and you gave that awkward half-smile that only you could do. The waiter brought our drinks, setting them down, and we fell back into the awkward yet comfortable silence (if that made any sense at all). I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, anything, that could break the silence. You looked at me and my words disappeared.
There was a scraping of chairs and the pianist sat down at the grand piano. The music stopped, and he began playing. There was a sudden silence and he began playing Debussy's Clair de Lune. We looked at each other and gave each other that knowing smile.
And suddenly, it all just clicked. I had finally found my way home. And it was with you.
Picture by: Royston Toh
