Incoherent Thoughts Organized Into Neat Paragraphs

Future Husband

I think I met my soulmate this morning.
Well...
We didn't exactly meet.

I saw you across the cafe,
Sipping your cup of black coffee.
Immediately, I needed to know
What my name sounded like
In your mouth.
I wanted to know,
What made you smile,
And which movies make you cry.

This is what I was wondering,
When your gaze caught mine,
Red handed,
Red faced.

I mightve met my soulmate this morning,
If I had actually mustered the courage
To say something.
Anything?
At least a hello.
But,
My eyes darted away,
Face burning.
Already pretending nothing ever happened.
I still dont know what your voice sounds like.