The Approach

In the boredom of an ordinary working evening, my eyes crossed around the empty space of the reception area.

All the details that made unique the hall seemed less alive in that lonely hour. The colors of the fabrics were dull, the small duplicate of a carousel between the two main chair was static in a position without any wind that made it move in the air, the elevator light was wick. The only thing which was illuminating the scenario were my thoughts. They have never been so active as in that moment, there was a strange contrast between the reality around me and the long shade that you left in my mind. I was aware to maintain the professional image that people expected from me as a receptionist but in the meantime, I couldn’t mask my thoughts. You were hitting me again.

All the sounds that were warming the place came from the busiest place of the hotel: the restaurant, and is there where my eyes lead.

On the cozy sofas next to the main window, a couple was sitting enjoy some drinks. It wasn’t the first date, maybe an anniversary or a celebration of love but they seem to know each other very well.

Around them, the waiters were running around with trays full of marvelous meals and fruity drinks. The music was enough loud to cover the words spread out from the other guests’ mouths, the lights were soft and the all scene from my perspective seemed a perfect cold-colors polaroid.

I could barely see their faces, the distance and the reflection on the glass door won’t allow my eyes to have a clear vision so my brain has been able to investigate in this simple and common scene that everyone can find in the corners of the streets, in the pubs or in a coffee shop.

So popular but so rare. A couple on a date.

The girl was facing the window and his boyfriend giving me a proper vision of her backside. She had long black hair who was fitting her long back like a hairstylist commercial poster; the outfit was simple: black long shirt on grey trousers and elegant shoes.

The boy was sitting comfortably with his arm relaxed on the upper part of the sofa, from far away his face seemed common with short hair and beard of a cold shape of brown. White shirt and elegant trousers.

They were both so simple, but what made them different was the aura around them and the smiles. Oh them smiles, so full of warm happiness, the genuine one.

The conversation seemed to be very simple but intense and personal. Maybe funny at some points, like the last one before the approach.

It wasn’t on a death point, they could keep talking and talking for hours.

Weren’t involved just the basic and mathematical elements which marks a normal discussion between two human beings like voice, words, sentences, grammar, but also a million other components.

Their minds with the biggest universe existent in this world: imagination and personality; both fundamental to keep the connection alive through the different points of view.

Their souls, who live in such different bodies but are made of the same essence and connected by the attraction of the different.

Their feelings, which seemed to grow up against time and life.

Their hearts, bounded to each other, so mechanical as organs in the human body and so naturals as abstract pictures in the mind.

It didn’t matter what was the subject touched at some point everything stopped after a small and genuine laugh.

This is the moment where you can actually see the real boundary of love. The approach is coming.

No sounds too loud or lights too shiny around them, it’s like an exchange of a secret message that just the two lovers can decode.

The message is made of invisible chemical elements, feelings and magnetic attraction.

The code is the simplest in the world but it’s not common and this very rareness is what makes it hard to apply.

They were decoding the complexity during that night, that moment, that approach.

Suddenly but no so unexpected the boy tried to go closer, toward her. The girl let him do it with trust. I saw his face disappear in the clear image of her silhouette. I couldn’t see properly how the kiss was working: based on numbers and times the approach lasted less than the actual kiss but counting the analysis of the entire scenario it could last forever.

It’s unpredictable say that they were waiting for that moment from the beginning of the night because that could be their thousand kiss. But maybe love just crushed them in a deeper and unexpected way that night and destiny caught me in a weak moment when I could see more than my eyes are allowed to.

I felt the time stop, the air becomes soft, the lights darker, the world spinning around slowly, exactly like them. My time was going by slower than theirs, and maybe they didn’t even notice how important was what was happening between them. Or maybe they do and he proposed the same night.

I will never know how this affected their lives but of one thing I’m sure: the opportunity to share feelings, boundaries, and approaches like that are rare and unique.