Alexander
AMY is glowing as we give our thanks to the band after the set. she tells them how much she loves them, eyes twinkling as she relays all the same stories she told me.
I love listening to them. I love listening to her.
If I was a man who believed in mumbo jumbo, I’d say she and I stood as indisputable evidence that soulmates really do exist. That there really is fate at play behind the chaos of life. That chance encounters are sometimes nothing less than little miracles.
She feels like a miracle to me.
But I’m not, so this is simply an extraordinarily perfect set of coincidences.
It doesn’t make it any less beautiful.
Amy can’t hide her disappointment as I suggest we cab it home for the rest of the evening. It surprises me when she takes my hand and implores we stay out awh
