Fate

Is it possible to meet your fate without even knowing it? What if you walk away, does this mean they were never your fate to begin with? Or does it mean that if they are your fate, it is likely you will meet again?

As I walked toward the exit, I listened as he spoke to a woman he had just run into. He has kind brown eyes and dark hair and I like the coat he is wearing. He speaks softly and mentions he has returned to school, York for that matter and is majoring in English. The woman asks if he is still writing? As I push open the door upon my exit I could not help but turn my head to hear the response to her question. I hear him say to the woman “ Yes of course I am still writing”. Before I am out the door into the wintry cold I feel a shill climb up and down my spine. He is perfect. I look back for once last look and as I do, he looks up from the woman he is speaking with, and for another brief moment his eyes meet mine.

About five minutes prior to this moment, it started off pretty innocently as we both walked toward the same door. I reached for the handle, just as he did and his hand closed over mine. I shyly laughed and pulled mine back. His hand waved forward in a polite gesture for me to go ahead. Flattered, I looked up and smiled as he held the door for me, thanking him as I moved through the entrance. He complied with ‘your welcome’ and a handsome smile that made my heart skip a beat. As we both stood in line, I could feel his gaze passing through me as he stood behind. This sort of thing usually would not phase me, certainly not make me flustered in the least. But this time it did as I quickly ran my fingers through my hair and fixed my clothing nervously. I’m completely unaware of who he is or where he is from. But at this moment I feel like I want to know him. I want to know his name, where he grew up and what his parents do for a living.

I may never know any of this. But I’m fairly certain that fate, held the door for me that night