A dope love letter in music form for a cosmic girl I met at a coffee shop.


Could I be experiencing what is so often regaled in romantic tales
and feature-length films? Conditions appeared to be in my favor for all
the right things to go my way. It was then that I felt someone staring—
however, if I’m being honest, it’s usually me who gets caught looking with
eyes of admiration. But today was different. Shopping complete, I was
ready to pay for my groceries; and as I adjusted towards the direction
I felt the glances from, the Universe began to slow until time stood still.

Now I’ve never been one to assume someone’s attraction for me, I’d rather
err on the side of reservation than inconvenience someone with my
lofty delusions of infatuation. But like I said before, today felt different.
Everything seemed to vibrate just a little warmer and with a soft brightness
that was akin to that of cinematic sequences. As I turned to meet her stare,
She was mid sip and dribbled her beer ever so slightly-- she averted her
gaze immediately but still I caught the slight smile beneath the beer foam.

Even in that moment, I thought to myself, “Maybe I resemble someone
that she knows and thought I was them?” Surely a person of her allure
couldn’t be looking at me this intriguingly. I decided I should just shrug it
off as I waited for my time to check out. Not even a minute went by as I
felt Her curious eyes on me yet again. I concede that by moving along
further in the line it gave her a better look at me, so maybe I really did
eerily look like someone she knew. I turned to meet her glances of
enchantment and just like before, she turned away, but this time around
she lingered just a little and smiled a bit more.

Of course, like the oblivious idiot I can be on occasion, I ignored it like
most normal people would and kept it pushing. Although I must admit
every time I go for groceries I habitually grab a coffee or a matcha green
tea latte. The genius in me concluded that this was a good idea because
if she looked at me one more time, then I’d have to say something right?
Maybe I had something in my teeth and she smiled to keep from laughing?

Even as I approached the coffee shop area I could feel her looking at me
with even more curiosity. Walking passed the table she was at, I greeted
Her inquiring irises with a polite smile and made a mindful note that the
exchange painted a soft glow across her cheeks with a matching grin.


Now most folks with more self-confidence would’ve seen this as an
entrance to introduce one’s self but being who I am, I decided to not risk
vexing her current space so I proceeded to order my drink and carry on.
Each of my hands were full; one with coffee, the other with my groceries.
Recognizing it’d be easier to open the door using my back I turned and
yet again there she was, just looking at me. Her starry eyes focused right
on me but this time I started to blush and in a frenzy darted to my car.

Unfamiliar with scenarios like this, I consulted several friends who all
replied with, “Go say hi, you big dummy!” before hanging up.

Even someone as unaware as me, refused to live life knowing my dear
friends would be relentless if I were to let this moment pass me by.
Regaining composure and summoning my courage, I headed to the
entryway of the coffee shop. Her table was close to the glass door so
even before I entered, our eyes locked another time.

Observant of my anxiety swiftly rising, I panicked and made a beeline
right passed Her towards the bathroom—I could sense her looking at
me the whole time as I tried to hide the flush of red filling my face.
At this point, anyone with proper sanity would’ve just let things go,
yet there was something peculiar about it all that kept calling me.

Be it the way the light flooded the room, or the music of the cosmos
easing its way, a symphony cascading in along the edges-- there was
something I just couldn’t shake. After splashing water on my face,
off I went out of the bathroom and headed in her direction. Gently
motioning a hand, I caught her attention from afar.

Every step I took, I could hear my pulse slowly get louder. I could
feel my body debating a quick escape but something in my being
or perhaps my heart’s compass kept drawing me in to the gravity
of her orbit. Finally standing at her table, my awkward request to sit
down was made, hoping she’d graciously accept.

Blinking loudly, I proceeded to ask, “Is it okay if I sit down?” Smooth
move I thought to myself, I might as well be a sheet of sandpaper.

We both took a quick glance around; each of us silently noting the
abundance of empty tables throughout the coffee shop.

She politely stifled a laugh and smiled, “Actually, you know what…
yes, you’re welcome to.”

Taking my seat, I mustered up all the courage and tried to steel myself
with a coolness of Prince playing in the snow during a Minnesota winter.


“Thanks. Umm… I normally don’t do this but I noticed you looking
at me a few times. I kinda felt a vibe and after I saw you, I became
curious. My apologies if I’ve made any sort of mistake.”

F*ck it. Welp, at least I said something. If she doesn’t reciprocate then
I’m in the same position as I was before and it’s all good. The important
part was recognizing the omens and signs and responding. Gang gang.

A warm red began flushing into her cheeks as she hastily gripped her
beer mug and took a sizeable swig. She set her beer down and stared me
in the eyes for a second before cracking a smile and bursting into jovial
mirth. Her laughter was as playful as the delicate trickle of a river brook.
And it was in that moment I was caught up in her stream.

“Well, I—wow, yeah you caught me.” Still blushing she took another sip.

I smiled back, “I hope I’m not interrupting or disturbing anything?”

“Oh no! Actually, I needed a break from all this work and data entry,
you came at the right time.”

Conversation started to unfold along with more hearty laughter and
accompanied smiles. However, to be honest, I was still fairly nervous.
Occasionally I fumbled over my words, but each stumble was received
kindly with giggles and beams of her cheerful grin. With every exchange
and subtle adjustment of her body language, I could feel myself swooning.
The way she would close her eyes and chuckle deeply, leaning back just
a little; I was enchanted. Her beauty and everything about her being was
so elegant yet at the same time, simple and serene. The air about her
was as elaborate and intricate as renaissance sculptures but as natural as
vast mountain ranges. And for the first time, I didn’t want to claim, scale,
or conquer any peaks, but wholeheartedly wanted to share in her views.

I lost track of how much time passed but remembered that my groceries
were thawing and sitting in my car; not to mention I was also keeping
her from finishing her work. Not wanting to be more of a nuisance than a
delightful respite, I reluctantly began to end this crossing of paths.

“Well, hey, I actually need to finish these errands plus I don’t want to
keep you from completing your work day so I should probably go.”

“Oh, goodness—you’re right! Thank you for noticing. It was really nice
meeting you!”




“Also, by the way, my name’s Waldy. It’s short for Waldemar.”

“Wow, that’s an interesting one. I’m *@#%^&!?>. It really was great
meeting you.” I could tell she was holding back pop culture references.

“Of course! Thanks for letting me kick it… but hey, I was wondering –”

Her eyebrows arched slightly upwards in anticipation of my next inquiry.

“Ummmm… would it be alright if I got your phone number?”

She paused and squinted her eyes, pursing her lips as she picked up her
phone, gently bending her wrist. After what felt like an eon, her thought
process ended with the beam of one last smile. Reaching across the table
she handed me her phone.

“Hmm… okay. Yeah, I would like that. I’m glad you asked.” She accepted
still grinning.

We exchanged contact information and I exited that bitch as smooth as
Tuxedo Mask—but soon as I was out the door, I proceeded to dance like
I had two left Happy Feet; which upon further reflection, it’s likely that
she saw me in this fashion. Oh well.

Alas, the music you’ll find contained within is the outcome of meandering
inklings entertaining the feeling of weightlessness and inspiration whenever
I think of this particular otherworldly and divine entity. May I please offer
them kindly to you with honest, wholesome, and celestial intentions.