As she walked into the restaurant, she anxiously scanned the room to find at which table the group was to be seated. Further to the back, she spotted a long table, and no sooner had she seen it that her eyes fell upon him. So he had arrived before her this time. To her relief, there was an empty chair next to him.
She made her way over to this empty chair and took a deep breath.
“Is it okay if I sit here?”
He turned towards her and glanced up at her from behind his glasses. His face, kind and friendly like always, showed neither surprise nor excitement. He was his typical calm self.
“Please – go ahead,” he answered as he pushed the chair for her to sit on.
She sat down, feeling unreasonably happy and content with the situation. To be in his vicinity, that fulfilled her enough, quite enough. His mere presence impacted her to such a degree that they did not even have to speak. It felt to her like his golden aura was seeping into hers, filling her up with joy and peace with each passing moment. How safe and comfortable it was, to receive the warm energy of his spirit, without having to make any eye-contact!
There was a slight problem which she had not foreseen: the jubilation she felt in his close company, she had to conceal. It was unthinkable that anyone near them should notice any changes in her countenance, and make any guesses as to the reason. It was unthinkable that her outward appearance should reveal the magic happening inward. No, it was unthinkable that anyone should ever know the depth of the love in her heart. So she showed no traces of it: her smile was consciously adjusted to not take up too much room on her face; the energy of life she was receiving was kept in her innermost being, while on the outside she remained as calm as ever; she spoke to him only when required, keeping compliments and tender words in her mind. She gave nothing of her joy away – the whole night, it remained a secret.
Words & Feelings 