How I Met the Love of my Life

Tall and willowy she stands out from all the other women; her face most expressive when the choir sings a song. "Out on the Mira, on warm afternoons..." her voice blends so easily, a tone clear and strong. I glance at her occasionally noting with pleasure the pleasure on her face; singing with others is her special place. I stand and sing in the bass section trying to follow the conductor's direction, but, admittedly, I am distracted by the long-legged alto standing several feet away. I want to engage with her... not sure what I'll say. During a break, I catch her eye by smiling... her look is demure and so beguiling. I try to be funny, to "be cool with the lines" but then I stop myself; it's best to be genuine. We converse with small talk, I see her face brighten; my own nervousness eases, I feel my mood lighten. She says her hands feel cold, I say mine are quite warm. I reach out to hold them, a boyish attempt to charm. She does not pull them away, in fact, they relax. We seem to have made a connection...perhaps. My heart jumps, a feeling deep emerges so real, so true, and then I smile and think "I'd love to fall in love with you."