If I were to bump into my true love
Would I even know he was the one?
Would his eyes sparkle in a different way
Could his smile light up the sun?
As fast as Leonardo came into my life. It was as brisk, when he was taken away from me. No words were said, only a letter that came months after he was deported back to South America. Life was devastating, I thought love was cruel. I spent each day dreaming I was close to him. That any given minute, he’ll be walking thru the door, calling for me, yelling the words amor. But of course, that didn’t happen. I cried, till there were no more tears. I hold that letter close to my heart, like a piece of priceless jewel. I longed for his touch, his smile, his warm body and his love. But not even his ghost came to me. And so I drown myself in agony and disdain, for it’s the only way I knew how to deal with my grief. It took me a year to get back on knees. Put myself back together and finally, move on.
Then came Saturday, a family affair in Sacramento. I was having lunch, when I accidentally dropped a glass of sangria on the floor. A waiter came, said I was sorry and out came another server carrying another glass of wine. He handed me my drink, and I said thank you. And then I saw him staring at me as he was walking away, and I stared back at him. This man’s face looks familiar. I have seen him before, a man from my horrid past. And then it hit me, it was him. It’s my Leonardo!
Suddenly, I felt a gush of emotion. A mixed of passion, sentiments and haunting pain. I got up, excused myself and rush to the rest room. Afraid that I may cause a scene amidst the presence of my family. And while I was standing in front of the mirror, wiping my tears away. I realized I wasn’t alone in the room, somebody came in from the back. It was him, standing behind me. I was already in tears and he was about to cry. I looked down on the sink, when he grabbed my hand, pulled my body towards him and then hugged me real tight. And then he kissed me, madly and passionately.
Five minutes after, the dream’s finally over. But wait, why’s he still in front of me? He is real, after all and not just a ghost or a thing of my imagination. And so, I grabbed his hand. Got out of the rest room and led him to the table where my family was waiting. They all looked at me, wondering what I was doing holding the waiters hand. And then I said to them — Guys, this is Leonardo. My boyfriend…