You didn’t plan on falling in love.

Not today, not in the near future, not at all. Not while you’re waiting for your train, and your feet randomly lead you to a cafe. Not when your stomach grumbles at the sight of gastronomic breadth before you, even though you’ve just had breakfast a few minutes ago. Not when you decide to leave no matter how the heady scent of coffee is tempting you to stay.

But then she appears.

She says hello, and it sounds like icicles breaking. She smiles, and it looks like the sun has taken up residence in her face – bright and open and happy like the way a child draws it. She holds your gaze, and the pterodactyls in your stomach scatter and flutter. She looks at you expectantly, waiting for a nod, a smile, a response. You gush and you sputter and you blush and you mumble a hello. Your knuckles graze accidentally, and you feel a surge of electricity course through your veins.

Your heart, it races. You follow its erratic beats like breadcrumbs leading you home.

Baby, you are going to miss that train.

*

You didn’t plan on falling in love.

Not today, when you’re stuck trudging through your humdrum routine at work. Not when your stomach grumbles to remind you that you forgot to eat. Not when you stare longingly at the clock, eagerly anticipating the thought of going home. Not while you’re savoring the final drag of your last cigarette for the day.

But then she appears.

She walks by, and you feel intoxicated as you catch a whiff of her perfume. She pats a stranger’s dog on the head, and you are filled with unbridled glee. She absently runs her fingers through her hair, and the random movement startles you so much that your heart can’t settle.

Baby you are so far gone, and you don’t even know it.

*

You didn’t plan on falling in love.

Not today, not in the near future, not at all. But you did, and you are. It hits you at random moments when you catch her doing something mundane: turning a page in a book, giving a hug to a little kid, adjusting the collar of her shirt, carefully placing a cupcake on a plate, chewing on her bottom lip as she writes, getting lost in a thought.

You never did plan on falling in love. But then she appears, and you get run over by a freight train every damn time. The ineffable lightness of being around her calms the chaos in your head and makes you want to be brave. Brave enough to take a few steps closer, speak a bit louder, and hold her gaze a little while longer.

Someday, you’ll tell your kids about this. You’ll tell them about her. But for now, you take a few steps closer, you speak a bit louder, and you hold her gaze a little while longer.

Baby, there’s only you and her now. Go.