He read Paul Weller lyrics...

 He read Paul Weller lyrics to me,
&;quot;The way that sunlight flits across your skirt, makes me feel
I'm from another world, To touch your face in the morning light. I hope
you're always gonna be around.&;quot; He said,
&;quot;I could sit here all day and read you lyrics to songs I wish
I had written for you.&;quot;There was a certain beauty to the clumsiness of the sentence
- the awkward arrangement of the words. That he had said it quickly,
without thought. Like a natural instinct. It reminded me
of that couple sitting at the table next to me at Arabica. I was with
Mary, and we sat there quietly making fun of them the entire time. I
was drinking bitter ice tea and eating what looked and tasted like
day-old salad. So apparently we go there for the atmosphere and not for
the food. Mary and I sat there as they had their
&;quot;Where-is-our-relationship-going?&;quot; discussion at full
volume for all to hear, while we made stupid comments and I avoided
squirting bitter ice tea through my nose every two
minutes. At one point
the guy interrupted his girlfriend and said to her, &;quot;I love
looking at you.&;quot; Mary and I laughed, because we thought it was
funny. And because we both knew it was easier than admitting we both
wanted someone to say something equally vomit-inducing to us, cause
we're sick of being single. And here he is
telling me he wished he'd written these lyrics for me. And that was
exactly what I wanted to hear. Something sickly sweet that was meant
only for me. I can admit to
enjoying that moment. Because I can also admit to falling in love with
him at that moment. But I won't be
sitting in some restaurant having a life-altering conversation with
him. Because he's
married. With two kids.
 And I didn't
deserve to hear those words coming from him. And he didn't deserve to
say them. But still? I
want to hear more?