The One

A Saturday afternoon. We just had lunch at home. You were sitting at one corner of the livine room, I the other corner. We were both reading the newspaper. You always let me read the City section first as you know I never read the Sports news.

We were just there, occupying our own little space, reading our own inked papers. We didn't exchange a word, not even a glance. And then I had a look at you, and a sudden sense of peace overwhelmed me. I thought to myself, "This feels good. I probably can do this for the rest of my Saturday afternoons."

At that moment, I knew I had found The One.