A date is one of those moments that can be everything or nothing at all. It starts with anticipation the kind that makes you check the mirror twice, maybe three times, before stepping out. The kind that makes your heart race a little when your phone buzzes, hoping it’s them saying, I’m on my way, The first few minutes can be a little awkward, filled with small talk that feels bigger than it should. How was your day? You look nice. This place is cool. But then, if you're lucky, something shifts. The conversation stops being rehearsed and you find yourself laughing at something neither of you expected to be funny. Maybe they say something that makes you see them in a new light, or maybe it’s just the way they look at you when you’re talking like they actually care, The setting fades into the background. Whether it’s a casual café, a walk in the park, or a dimly lit restaurant, it all becomes secondary to the moment. You start sharing stories, little pieces of yourself you didn’t plan to reveal. The way they listen, the way their eyes flicker with understanding, makes you forget to check your phone or glance at the time. Then comes the part where you realize the date is ending. Maybe too soon, maybe just in time.
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There’s that brief pause should you linger, Should you say something more Should you just smile and let the night fade, A hug, a handshake or maybe a kiss. Maybe just a simple, I had a really nice time, And then you walk away, replaying everything in your head. Will there be another? Should there be? And just like that, a date becomes a story, waiting to be continued or to be left as just a moment in time.
