Three Days

My brother once told me that all it took was one conversation, one sentence, one gesture, and he would know if he could fall in love with you.

And he loved her for years, and they were happy together even if they don't talk anymore now.

Now, I'm a little more cautious than he is. The night before I left for the airport, he told me I was too ironic for love. I take too long to fall and miss the opportunity to; I over think it. So I missed my chance awhile ago when I got on that plane, and now we don't talk anymore.

But all it took was three days.

It was that smile, or that chuckle as I walked the wrong way when we were walking in the city. It was with the clinking of our wine glasses as he told me about his father and that girl he used to know. It was those jazzy chords on the keyboard and the soundtrack to 2 AM.

It was the kindness and the vulnerability.

And all I needed to see, I found in one conversation.