He Is Not the One

Filled with anticipation, she entered the lounge This could be the day, he could be the one A guy gave her his attention, smiled. Not that one! Her inner self screamed. He could be a murder, a rapist, a serial killer. He walked over and asked if he could buy her a drink. No! She said, her heart hard. Her girlfriend stared at her. "I thought you said this time would be different," she reminded her. "It is," she said, "But he is not the one." He could never be the one. The one had died twelve years ago.