3 October, 2013 — Noon
It's been forever since my therapist gave me this diary, and thank God she did, because who could hold all of this inside without cracking?
Today, I met an angel.
And no—I'm not exaggerating. I even pinched myself to make sure that he wasn't a daydream or my mind playing tricks on me. Trust me, it happens.
But not today. I don't even know why I decided to take a walk in that heat. Wearing a three piece suit even. Well, maybe that's why they call these things, fate?
Because, even with my mind processing a lot in a second, I couldn't miss his presence. There he was, glowing with happiness because a street kid had handed him a dirty flower while he ate with his colleagues.
His laughter was infectious, his eyes bright; the way he spoke to the kid was soft, shy, thoughtful and that was enough to undo me. And those fingers, slender, manicured and careful, twirling the rim of his glass lazily… Truly mesmerizing.
I felt my soul ascending.
And the next second I was gone.
Like a moth drifting straight into a flame, I made a conscious decision to follow him. He was like a snack I couldn't help myself from taking a bite and another. Stupid, maybe. But who can control their addictions?
His name is Sam. Heard it from his students. A simple man with a massive heart: nursery school teacher by morning, NGO volunteer by late afternoon, babysitter by night. I've been on this earth long enough to know that he wasn't merely human.
You could see the exhaustion on him, but he never refused a plea. Is that a red flag? Or an opportunity for me?
I watched him dance, so gracefully, giving it his best for a deaf girl trying her best to sing aloud. He didn't hear the off-key notes or the awkward rhythm; he only saw her confidence, her improvement, her joy. An angel indeed.
I didn't know people-watching could feel this inspiring… or this overwhelming.
But, I'm intrigued.
I'm charmed.
Which means tomorrow?
My darling Sam,
Don't mind if I do.