I was in the back of the room when you walked in. You stood still for a minute, turning your head left and right, scanning the crowd. I waited a moment before raising my hand for you to see. It's not every day I get to look at you without you looking back, to see how beautiful you are in every moment, regardless of how you feel for me.
You smiled and waved before walking over, and I thought how lucky I am. In a universe of infinite beauties — of galaxies stretching like modern art across the cosmos, celestial bodies shooting across skies, everything moving and dancing creating sunsets over mountain tops and rainbows over glistening waters — of all the beauties all over this immeasurable reality, I get to have coffee with my favorite of them all.