Surprise!

I've been busy but right now I'm feeling rather fizzy in light of recent events this past week. To keep it short, I met someone. In person, the old-fashioned way (I think I'm over Tinder now?). That feels kind of quaint. Anyways, I realized that had we not ended up encountering each other again the next day (happily, coincidentally) when we were able to exchange phone numbers, those few minutes we spoke for the first time would've become a proverbial missed connection. 

That in mind, I decided to go and browse some of the ones that have recently been posted on the local Craigslist page to see what kinds of missed connections other people have had. This one was pretty striking:  

"you were there (everywhere) 

I remember when I first laid my eyes on you. It was a moment I did not squander. As soon as we made eye contact I knew there could be chemistry. I had the courage to speak to you. You were very accepting and kind. Your beautiful strawberry blond hair fell down the sides of your perfectly rounded cheeks. Your eyes were mesmerizing and your voice was tantalizing. You were very jocular and I loved how you sensed I was a nervous wreck and told me you "don't bite, unless you want me to". I stammered for most of our conversation and sounded like a bumbling local drunk stumbling out of a bar after hours on a late Saturday night. You were unbelievably quick lipped, witty, and intelligible.

I could not believe how open you were with me. You sat me down by the stool next to you. You told me about your day and plans for the near future. You told me about the things you hate. You told me about the things you love. You even told me about how you hated how you kick things over while you sleep. That smirk. Man that smirk. There was this way your eyes squinted just enough room for the sunlight to glisten through the slits of your eye lids. You would playfully swat at my hands while laughing. You would raise your brows up and down gleefully as you sipped on your latte that I would have given my life for to be that damned latte. 

I mustered up enough courage after two hours of non-stop chatting to finally ask you for your number. You took my hand and wrote it down with a pen. You signed it with a perfectly rounded happyface that could not hold a candle to your smile. I wanted to call you right away, but I didn't want to seem like a crazy person. So I kept my self-control under check. I waited for a few days. Few long days. Finally came that day. The day I was waiting for. With each number dialed I thought I would faint. My heart pounded against my sternum as it were trying to escape. Then a woman picked up and I squeezed out the weakest hello. It was your mother. She told me you passed away. Took your own life. She told me to pick up a letter you had written to me. Its beautiful. I wish I had contacted you earlier. 

You have changed me in ways I have never thought possible. I am confident. I am happy. I wanted to say thank you."

Someone's a good writer.