You were the brunette in a yellowish hoodie and black yoga pants, with a radiance that somehow stopped my heart and time itself. I was the East Asian guy in a black hoodie. We crossed paths four times at Eataly – around the fruit and veggies aisles, by the self-checkout, and even outside. Every time, I felt like the universe was giving me a chance, but I kept shying away.
I can’t stop thinking about you and wishing I had found the courage to say hello. If by some chance you see this, I won’t let myself walk away again.
