Lucky in Charleston a.k.a. Stage Door Stars Aligned

John Street near Meeting Street, Charleston SC

Description

You walked out of the parking garage, our eyes met, and we both swore we recognized each other. The moment was charged with electricity. I was working security, standing by the stage door of the Charleston Music Hall. You were dressed to the nines and wearing a cowrie shell necklace. I asked where I knew you from, and you said you didn't know but agreed we must have met. I asked if you had been a student of mine, you said you didn't think so. We agreed we must have met in a past life. You introduced yourself as Lucky, though I feel I was the lucky one in our chance encounter. We talked for 15 minutes as I was finishing my shift and parted ways as friends. You invited me for drinks, and I answered your question about me honestly but did not elaborate, though I'm not certain why. I don't know why I'm writing this, and I doubt you will ever see it, but if you do, I would very much like to see you again. Even if only as a friend, I felt such a strong connection during our short conversation that I couldn't sleep tonight until I posted this. I will remember you even if I never see you again. You rekindled something in me that I had forgotten existed, and even if that's all I ever know of you, I owe you a debt of gratitude. Best Regards, Joe the Security Guard