Orpheus and Eurydice

As the subway doors close you turn around, searching for the right pair of eyes, searching for anything, anyone, everything all at one. One day it will be there, the split-second where hazel eyes under heavy lashes will find you, and time will freeze, and only two hoping hearts will resonate between the cold steel doors of the eastbound line. 

You keep waiting for that moment, that soundtrack second where you'll find your Peter Parker, your Mr. Darcy, your moment of history where it all falls into place; falls into that split-second that will remind you that dreamers are the ones who eventually will find love, even if it’s just for that blink of an eye, that fraction of eternity where you'll look into his eyes and want it all, have it all, know it all and lose it all. All at once.