I saw you in an Indian restaurant on Södermalm the other day, Happy India to be exact. I was having lunch with my friend Ernie tucked into the back pocket of the dining room on the left hand side next to the large, lively aquarium complete with a diver and treasure chest. Iwas considering my lamb curry with at least two of my six senses. Lost in conversation I looked up and glanced and there you were like a movie star in a cameo role trying to make up your mind whether to stay or go. You looked lost, I felt tense. I looked down at the floor and then up at the ceiling and in two steps through a crowd I was standing by you with a year and a half between us in time gone by that I was trying to mend in clever (not so) conversation. Your hair had grown longer and was touching just over your shoulders blonde and almost transparent with just a faint curl or wave, no lines on your face.
You said that you were maybe here for a take-out, considering the menu,
nursing a cold before your work shift on the other side of town in the golden
triangle i.e. Stureplan and with precious little time .
I tried to, but I couldn't read you. Like a puzzle with all the pieces scattered and no clue where to start. I muttered something about a Christmas card that I hadn't sent. Were we speaking the truth to each other or just being polite? I think the second at least for my part seems to be right. You gave me a crooked smile I'm afraid it looked kind of tight. At least for my part I wasn't saying what I was really thinking, moments drifted into slow motion. I wondered if you were measuring the weight that I had gained since our last meeting which was a dinner with friends and family at my flat when I gave you hoop earrings.
You blushed happy that day I had spontaneously remembered your birthday. Now my heart, my emotions were coiled in my chest cavity fighting the awkward feelings of love, or at least a long standing attraction that I was supressing? Words were pouring out of my mouth quickly edited. We talked about some mutual friends and after some phrases, I somehow signaled that our conversation was about to end being oh so careful not to offend. We said would call each other though I knew it would be not when .

the apache kid