It should all be a misunderstanding

some time ago, I met you. I met you, when I least expected. I really do not know what it was, I could not put my finger on it, but it was as if I knew you. You seemed familiar yet you weren't and in that brief meeting you left an impression a good one.

Then you reached out to me at a time when I doubted myself. I don't even think you realised it, but you saved me from myself. I am smiling now, not because of you, but as a result of you. For that I am ever grateful.

And as the week wore on, you bumped into each other again, yet again. Each time staying a little longer, from time to time I find myself enjoying it a little more than I should. thinking of the next time we might meet leaves me smiling, I haven't smiled like that in some time.

Sometimes I wonder if you are luring me in on purpose, maybe in your absence I imagine it all, just like I use to.