In particular, this is to the beautiful beard-sporting, tweed-coat-wearing, sheet-music-reading man I saw on the train to Wiltshire early on Saturday morning. He genuinely made my heart skip several beats.
Here's to spotting a handsome stranger on the train.
Here's to angling yourself ever so slightly more elegantly in your seat.
Here's to sneaking glances to see what they're reading.
Here's to carefully choosing the music you listen to, in case they should by some random chance ask you about it.
Here's to those moments of eye contact where your heart suddenly starts thumping in your chest.
Here's to glancing away, only to glance back seconds later.
Here's to finding him still looking at you.
Here's to feeling your heart pound, just hoping he'll come over and say hello.
Here's to watching him gather his things, two stops before yours.
Here's to sadly watching him step off the train, perhaps with a wistful smile.
Here's to sighing and sinking back into your seat, feeling bereft.
Here's to the next time.