Encounter of a stranger

The Only Part

HI AUTHOR HERE this is just a ranting piece i wrote cuz i was bored so there are definitely a lot of mistakes sry not sry

Hello attractive stranger. 

Yes you, the one at the bookstore; the one who glanced at me while I shopped. I wonder what you were thinking then: how you perceived me. It might be negative or positive but honestly I wouldn't care. I was really intrigued by you. Probably because you were intrigued by me first. I could tell by the way your eyes flitted away when you met my gaze. Or by the way your stare lingered on the things I touched. I am inexperienced in the ways meeting someone new. I can't even muster up the courage to ask my friends for a favor. But you, the stranger, made me want to challenge the limits of my brain. How did you do that? If I ever met you once more this is what I would ask. Though if we met again, I would believe it to be fate, for now, an encounter I will forget in a week. I believe that day was craftily molded by the universe second by second, for I met you and saw a police car through a Dunkin' donuts drive through on the same day. Irony is a funny thing, huh. After I left the bookstore I couldn't help but wish for you to rush out the door, tap on my shoulder, and ask me for a coffee. But that only happens in movies and my existence is definitely not one. But it still would have been nice to have one movie frame in the documentary of my life, one moment where I am the main character and not the antagonist. But why am I still thinking about you attractive stranger? It's pretty pathetic to be honest. My life has been reduced to one completely normal encounter. If I stripped down to my core, would you still look at me the way you did? Or should I be asking myself if I would still look at you? We humans are all pathetic and I believe that is the reason we seek comfort in each other. Birds of a feather flock together, so to say. But still why do I think that at your worst I would believe you to be the best? Why are your eyes still imprinted on my brain? Why am I wondering whether you are thinking about me too? I don't know you yet. Is this what they call love at first sight? I always believed love was created not found. Why, attractive stranger, are you proving me wrong? You make me confused and I haven't even heard you utter a single world. Our eyes met for three seconds and now it feels like I will never be able to forget them. This is probably the fanciest thing I have ever written ever. Thank you, attractive stranger, for you give me hope to stumble on love on another tomorrow.