Napkin note

A couple of years ago when I was a different woman than the one I am right now, I decided to go for lunch at the most amazing place I could think of at the time.

Having received my paycheck and being in an utterly terrible mood after a very sordid morning that does not concern to us right now, I took refugee in a glass of wine and decided to order something splendind for lunch, after all, I had decided that my morning was completely lost but my afternoon could still be saved.

Shortly after this, a man enter the restaurant, a beautiful face very familiar to my heart. A tall man with black hair and penetrating blue eyes scouted the room for the best table; he finally landed his stare on the one next to the fireplace, right across mine. My heart stopped for a second and then my face flushed with blushing while I finished my glass of wine.

I order the usual spaguetti with calamari and after I was done, I waived to the waiter to whom I commission to a very important task.

As I was walking away from the restaurant, I started smiling; just the thought of his surprised face while we has handed over the note that I have written for him, with the specific instruction to be delivered only when I had left the restaurant made my afternoon.

On the back of a napkin I wrote:

Andy,

You have no idea what you have done for me today. I had the most horrible day and I came to take refugee at this, my favorite restaurant. Having enjoyed my sip of wine I came to notice that you, out of all the people in world, were sitting across my table, with those beautiful deep blue eyes and that black hair of yours that have completly torture me since the first time I saw you 3 months ago.
I am sure that you will have no idea of who am I, but let me tell you that today when I needed it the most, you just console my heart by being here, eating across my table, laughing and smiling without even noticing me.

Thank you for making this lunch the tonic that I needed to turn upside down this horrendous day.

Yes, those were the days of a young woman that no longer exist.