Tonight, I have no pretty words or poetry.
I have only to say that a young man spoke to me over coffee. And a smile has never been truer, what a beautiful beautiful soul. I think rarely have two connected so well as we. I'm not sure there will be another like him. His words anger me just as much as they give me hope.
"Why weren't we friends before, why did I wait so long to get to know you?" "I'm very sure that we met at the right time, and we'll meet at the right time again."

He may never know that I have not blushed so deeply as when he told me I was worthwhile. That I've never valued words so much as from him.

When is the right time? When do our paths cross again?