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|keeping love under your hat (standard:romance, 963 words)|
|Author: kathyg||Added: Nov 13 2006||Views/Reads: 2034/1120||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|keeping feelings inside ever really help? a simple misunderstanding between a man and a woman spirals into a month pent up pride and reflection into what should be instead of what is....|
It is Sunday. Not yet dawn. A few peaks of a promising day etch through the darkness of the endless night. A night that sends him into thoughts of her. He tries to escape the lingering memory but no matter. Her presence etched into the very fabric of his being. From the way she drinks her coffee, to the pictures on the wall. It's been a month since he seen her and it's like no time at all. She lives in his heart. "Is this madness I feel?", he asks himself as he looks in the mirror, then laughs at his own reflection. Touching his face, it is like he is looking at himself from outside his own body. "Am I here?", he thinks to himself, shakes his head and heads over to the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Taking a deep sip, closing his eyes, trying to get some sensibility back. "There is no rhyme not reason, I love her.", he concludes to no one at all, just whoever is listening somewhere out there. For the past month, he has a ritual he does each day, getting up early and meditating, pondering the same thought over and over. Mostly going over the last conversation he had with her. He likes to tease her as she is sensitive. She didn't understand the joke and pulled away. The past month, he gave her space. The space is silent,like the desert, full of regret and the what if's of his yesterday. Why did he have to tease her so? Doesn't she know he was joking? He wants desperately to drive over to her house and knock on her door, pride stops him. The thought of this mind game she is playing tortures his heart. He loves her, doesn't she see this? He prepares himself for his daily walk to the river, bringing is journal with him and hope that the change of scenery will fill his heart with answers. It is early morning as he walks out of his house and the sun peeks out bringing the promise of a new day. A bright beginning for possibilities. The streets are still and quiet as he walks the half mile to the park, yet today, he decides to stop by the diner for a while, to just read the newspaper and just listen to the chatter of regular people going about their day. The name of the diner is the Golden Gate and as he entered the scent of bacon and coffee fill the room. It is a comforting smell and the warmth of the diner draws him inside. "Hey, nice day, isn't it? Want a booth or a seat at the counter?", the waitress asks. "A counter seat is fine.", he shuffles over to the counter and sits. "Just a coffee." "Nice day, isn't it?", she says as she pours his coffee. "Yep. I stop here before I go to the park." "Cool, nice day to sit and watch the world go by. Just don't get lost in that world!", she says jokingly. "Want a newspaper to read? I'll go get one." "Sure, that'll be great." She gets the newspaper and hands it to him. He opens up to the comics immediately to read what Dick Tracy is doing today. He likes Dick Tracy, always has. Yeah, if he was him, he wouldn't be sitting in this diner alone. Dick would find a way to get her back! He smiles at the thought... He sits for several minutes sipping his coffee and just reading the comics. Paying for his coffee, he exits the diner. "Thanks, have a nice day", the waitress says kindly. He exits the diner and crosses half a street, when suddenly a car barely misses him. The driver beeping the horn, shouts out the window. "Watch where your going, mister!" He looks into the windshield of that car and it is her! Click here to read the rest of this story (40 more lines)
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