I don't know if you saw me, but I saw you.
I saw right through you, from the butterflies that engulfed your stomach to the anxiety that filled your mind.
I knew you were looking for her, and she was probably looking for you too.
Clutching a Bergdorf Goodman gift bag in your hand, I could only imagine what token of love you had hiding inside.
You stood there waiting. Scoping the park for the woman of your dreams, but to no avail you couldn't seem to find her.
You waited and waited and although it was a chilly spring day, I could see the beads of sweat trickle down slowly.
Love was written all over your face.
You began to circle the park, in search of your prized possession. I tried to keep up with you as I sat on the bench, hoping that you ran into her.
But you disappeared.
I hope you found her, if she didn't find you first.
You deserve love.
and she deserves you.
I only hope that someday the man of my dreams scopes a park the same way you did, standing by a tree nervously waiting to spot the love of his life.
An Emotional Onlooker