I met you in this crowd. We never said a word to each other. But the eye contact was electric. You never parted your lips to speak. But your soul did. It was calling to me. Almost crying. Practically screaming. It is okay. I can hear you loud and clear. It is like I am one with you, before the introduction. It is as if something was pulling me, letting me know that it is you. You are the one. Do not let them go away from your grip. The only grip I have on you is the way we stare into our eyes. But which one of us will make the move first?