King and Queen

This is how it happens, this is where it begins. You take a moment out of all those around you and you say this is where it began. A look across a room that seems to negate every person in-between, as though you two are already alone together, as though there is already some great secret you share.

You both begin to move towards each other, playing the elaborate chess game of movement through the crowd, the king and queen fighting their way through the ranks of pawns to reach those squares where you will begin to manoeuvre around each other, drawing closer and closer until she has you captured by the look in her eyes.

You have been here before; you have played this game many times before. Each time though, it always feels so new as though those are the first eyes that have set he game in motion, as though those hands have moved you across the board to meet her.

She too, you know, has played this same game before and has made the moves that countered your moves to bring you both together at this point on the board and this endgame that takes you both off the board away from the other pieces to some new place where a different game is about to be played.