Can You Guess?

I sat down to write something profound...and of course nothing came to mind. So, I wrote this, but I can't decide how to end it. Any suggestions??? It really isn't finished, so any advice will be considered. I just wanted to post something so you guys don't think I'm a complete LOSER!!
Let me know if you guess the title.

I see him sometimes at the lake.

I once spied him picking flowers.

I wondered, at the time, who they were for.

I’ve seen him in town—numerous places.

I saw him once at a restaurant I frequent.

I thought he looked lonely at his table for one.

I find it interesting that he travels alone.

I’ve yet to see him with another.

I, myself, prefer the company of my thoughts.

I caught him watching me last night.

I was standing at the bar waiting to order a drink.

I’m working up the courage to talk to him.

I saw his smile this morning.

I glanced up from my coffee just as he looked up from his.

I smiled, and he smiled back.

I’ve decided today is the day.

I’ll look for him at my favorite restaurant.

I have a feeling he’ll be there.

I knew it, he’s here.

I think he’s talking to someone…though,

I don’t see anyone near.

I slowly walk toward him—

I see him begin to meet me halfway.

I feel nervous at the thought of greeting him.

I say “Hello.” He mirrors, as if our minds entwine.

I laugh nervously as he chuckles.

I’m delighted by his easy going manner.

I try to talk, and stop as he starts speaking. He stops.

I start again—as does he—we stop.

I’m embarrassed and a little confused.

I reach out to take his hand when he offers it.