Ave

I made that walk.

With each stride I drew closer, time stopped and all was silent as I looked at the people passing by. I saw her through the window in a red apron, hair tied up, hands busy moving swiftly, smoothly.

I gently pushed the door open without a sound, found an empty chair, laid the case on the table and took out my guitar. I sat down, placed my hands on the strings and played.

I didn't see her turn, I didn't see her gasp, I didn't see her at all. I looked up to glance at her, to see her hands covering her mouth. I smiled a small smile and returned to my guitar.

I didn't care anymore, I just wanted to say the tiny things I never could say, I wanted to say I was real and here I was.

But how would I ever know?

Because I said I did and I meant every word.