“There she sat on a chair by a small table; she had a
coffee in front of her: a black hot coffee just like she liked it. She was
sitting alone and smoking her day’s first cigarette as she looked in the mirror
right next to her to see her hair. She had what you can call a shining blonde
hair; she always loved her hair so much that she took extra care of it. As she
looked in the mirror, she found that it was a bit messy so she put the
cigarette down and was almost about to fix it with her right hand but then
remembered she was using it to hold the cigarette and she didn’t want her hair
to smell like an ashtray so she changed her hand and used the left one to put
the messy part back in order.
She looked at her reflection again and this time felt
good as everything about her was perfect. Her eyes shined as she felt better by
the second that day and she smiled while looking away from the mirror.
She took the cup of coffee in hand, she smelled it
before taking a sip from it and she closed her eyes to enjoy every single
moment of it. She never forgot the person who made her learn to enjoy all the
small things in life.
It was when she was about to light her second
cigarette that he walked in with his usual bag on his back and that attractive,
breath-taking smile on his face. Her heart skipped a bit as she tried to
believe it was him. He seemed fine now, not like when she left him broken and
lost between his bottles and papers. He looked more handsome than ever today as
he was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans and his clear brown hair was
shining. When he saw her he stopped for a minute and the smile disappeared from
his face only to reappear a second later as he walked towards. She felt her
heart beating rise so fast and she felt a weird, sudden warm go through her
body as she was seeing him approach her table. She was fighting the urge to
stand up and run towards him, hug him and kiss him so hard to make up for the
lost times.
But she couldn’t do that, now could she?
All these thoughts were crossing her mind, memories of
an old time and urges of the present mixed with dreams of the future but he
knew her to be a good girl that is probably why he fell for her. She had
another boyfriend now that she must respect and cherish. She couldn’t just throw
that away for an old flame just because he appeared in a coffee house that she
happened to be in. She doesn’t cheat but is it really cheating if you are going
for the only man you have ever loved?
By the time she woke up from her dreams and thoughts,
he was already standing by her table and waving his hands in the air like he
was calling someone from distance. His lips were moving and he obviously was
saying something but she couldn’t hear a thing over her how much she missed
kissing those soft, tender and delicious lips. Then a voice went through her
ears saying: “Lizzie, I am standing right here”.
Lizzie, she missed being called that. He came up with
the nickname and she loved it so much. She was willing to change her name to
Lizzie if it meant hearing it every day after they parted ways but she knew the
only voice she wanted to hear that name in was his. He had a special voice that
made her lose consciousness, sail on an endless journey of dreams and die a
painless death with every single letter that comes out of his mouth only to be
resurrected by the beauty of his clear brown eyes. His eyes were to her, what
oxygen is to the lungs and the body, the only way to survive and the one thing
you can never have enough of. His eyes
had in the same time the danger of a player, the wisdom of a master and the
innocence of a child and she loved that so much.
She finally got back to reality as he approached her
and landed a kiss on her cheek saying that he missed her. She wanted the time
to freeze and the earth to stop spinning. She wanted the world to hold on
forever and that moment to last for eternity. She smiled as he sat next to her
and held her left arm in his hand and kissed it tenderly. She felt so shy in
that moment even though he did that millions of times before, but back then
they were still together. She freed her hand from his and explained to him that
she is seeing someone to which he replied by a smile and stood up enough to
reach her head and hold it between his hands as he kissed her forehead. She
felt her temperature rising and she could feel her cheeks become red as he
backed away and moved from the table. He went behind her to sit in another
table, she wanted to stand up and run to him to tell him that she still loves
him and wants to be with him.
But she couldn’t now, could she?
Instead of sitting in a table he actually came from
behind her, hugged her as he put his arms around her and kissed her head. She
was surprised and shocked and her hands moved to meet his as she was trying to
make him let go but before she could say or do anything he said: “You love me,
you still do and I love you, I will always do. We are meant to be together and
whoever you are dating now is not the one because I am. I am your one and
only.”
Her hands movement turned from trying to take his arms
off her to holding them and never wanting to let go. He had that annoying but
cute thing about him which was his confidence and the way he says the words you
need and want to hear. He then moved away to go to a table and write. She felt
the world turn dark and everything become so messy as she wanted nothing but
for everyone there to disappear so they could have a moment just for themselves
where nothing else and no one else matter.
She wanted to kiss him and tell him she loved him but
she was a proud woman who couldn’t just cheat on her boyfriend and confess all
her emotions just because of a moment.
She wanted to be weak and to let her emotions, urges
and needs control her but she couldn’t, now could she?”
W.H
