Time to time I look over from our table to see if she was actually texting or waiting for someone at a table seated for four. Twenty minutes passed, then thirty...then forty. It was like a scene off from a movie, sitting at the corner of the cafe, gazing over the couples that walked by enjoying the quiet moment she has alone on valentines. Noticed a window of opportunity, I walked over and wanted introduced myself as I was on my way to get a plate from the waitress. Her phone rang and was unable to take the chance that cupid has given me. Having my family there, I had to take them home, and started packing up early. There I was standing at the door - I looked over one last time. Intense, were those minutes thinking how things could have been different if I wasn't catering someone else, would I be able to do anything now?

I opened the door and stood outside waiting for my family...still looking over, innocently, the lonely girl at the cafe. I just wanted to wish you a Happy Valentines Day and I'm sorry I wasn't able to tell you that. In a way, I think she knew...

TK