We glanced at each other waiting to cross the street right by the Cambie pub. It was dark out, maybe around 6 pm. We looked up at each other again and sheepishly smiled. Crossing the street, we both walked northbound in the same direction. A block later, you turned right and headed east on Water Street, but not before smiling at me again and saying something briefly, likely in the spirit of "goodbye" or "good night". Thank you. I have spent a couple of months getting over someone, and I got a bit jaded. It's that kind of moment that reminds me of what love or a spark feels like. Gives me hope....