you met on a rainy day
bumping into each other at the airport
on the sixth of january
she thought nothing of it
except your words stuck in her head
"lo siento," you had said
before rushing away
and so maybe it was fate
that brought you together again
on the eleventh of january
she spilled her coffee over your tee
and apologised furiously
rubbing her hands on your chest
that's when she remembered you
"lo siento,"she had said
as a smile appeared on your lips
she remembered you
"do you believe in destiny?"
the words escaped from her lips
like silk rubbing on bare skin
and you nodded, barely understanding
and so maybe it was fate
as if you didn't nod to her question
where would you be now?
you exchanged numbers
and this quick meeting
that lasted less than five minutes
changed your life
maybe it was fate
you waited for her text
and mornings turned to nights
and days turned to weeks
but she didn't contact you
it took you a whole week
do you remember?
and on the eighteenth of january
you texted her a simple hello
neither of you had wanted
to seem desperate
which is perhaps why it took so long
for you to man up and text her
you thought she wouldn't text back
but she did
and all it read was hola
who would have thought
that two one-worded texts
would have caused so much
to happen in your life
you certainly didn't
and neither did she
but it did and that was okay
because sometimes, david
life throws things at us
that we aren't expecting
but you learn to deal with it
like you learned to deal with each other
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