oshea
06-20-2019, 07:25 PM
‘it’s simple, just tell him. I mean it’s not what you really want to do but it’s what’s best for you’.
In somewhat of a poetic nature, the weathered mirrored her grey emotions. With her throat aching and heart racing again, she dragged her suitcase alongside her through the coach station. She clung to the suitcase as though it was supplying her with some form of supernatural strength. She couldn’t quite decide if she wanted to see him or not, but that question was answered as soon as she saw him. Every muscle in her body relaxed, all the coldness disappeared as she watched him defeated yet hard at work. She couldn’t help but smirk. All she wanted was to march up to him, pushing everyone out of the way and hug him because she knew that one hug from him would make everything seem like it was going to be okay. Maybe not for forever, but in that moment.
Anyway, she found a seat close to his station, sat down and quickly finger combed her hair hoping that he would notice her. Then he did. He walked up to her and they hugged. That hug probably meant a lot more to her than he realised.
“what are you doing here? I have a feeling you told me that you were going to be here today,”
he was so forgetful.
“yeah, I’m boarding from gate 8 and I did tell you,”
she laughed still amazed at his terrible memory. As he spoke she looked at him wondering how she could possibly tell him. His skin was glowing, but he looked so irritated as so many passengers interrupted their conversation to ask him for help. It was quite amusing for her.
“so when are we meeting for our umm date?”, he asked looking around.
“why are you saying it like we are planning something illegal”
he laughed.
“nah, my manager is around. So Friday yeah?”
“I need to talk to you about that actually.”
“let’s go for a walk whilst you tell me what it is”. They didn’t walk far, as they ended up standing in a Pret that was all but 5 steps away from their previous location.
“I don’t think we should go on that date because I know I don’t want a relationship and I don’t want to waste your time,” she felt the words hurling out.
“oh, okay” he processed the information.
“I mean it’s a shame but if that’s what you want then okay. I won’t cry… Too much”
He kept his spirit up as he walked her out to her coach. Maybe it was the fact that he was so close or the fact that he hadn’t experienced something like this in a while that made him say,
“I still think we should go on that date, because you never know what could happen.”
He made his case,
“you weren’t looking to give out your number that day but you did. You weren’t looking to go on a date but you agreed to go on one with me so maybe there is something there worth exploring.” He ended his argument with the slight shoulder shrug and a quick smile exposing his dimples once again. All she wanted in that moment was to tell him that she agreed and that they should go on the date, because their chemistry was undeniable. Something in her knew that they would get along so well and she knew that she would end up in a relationship but was this chemistry worth her giving up her beliefs. She knew how strong her emotions could get and that she would end up compromising her promises to God for him. She couldn’t do that again.
With that thought, she forced a parting smile on her face, stuck with her decision and gave him a final goodbye. The hug.
That parting hug said everything that she couldn’t and she hoped that he felt it. She wanted to hold on for longer and take in every element of the moment but he was in too much pain to hold on any longer.
She dragged her suitcase to her coach, pulled herself up the stairs and dropped herself into an empty window seat. All the possible fairy tale endings, shattered. He was the perfect balance of everything but he wasn’t a Christian. God will bring someone like him, right? Or even better? She hoped.
The coach pulled away from the station and started its journey back home.
In somewhat of a poetic nature, the weathered mirrored her grey emotions. With her throat aching and heart racing again, she dragged her suitcase alongside her through the coach station. She clung to the suitcase as though it was supplying her with some form of supernatural strength. She couldn’t quite decide if she wanted to see him or not, but that question was answered as soon as she saw him. Every muscle in her body relaxed, all the coldness disappeared as she watched him defeated yet hard at work. She couldn’t help but smirk. All she wanted was to march up to him, pushing everyone out of the way and hug him because she knew that one hug from him would make everything seem like it was going to be okay. Maybe not for forever, but in that moment.
Anyway, she found a seat close to his station, sat down and quickly finger combed her hair hoping that he would notice her. Then he did. He walked up to her and they hugged. That hug probably meant a lot more to her than he realised.
“what are you doing here? I have a feeling you told me that you were going to be here today,”
he was so forgetful.
“yeah, I’m boarding from gate 8 and I did tell you,”
she laughed still amazed at his terrible memory. As he spoke she looked at him wondering how she could possibly tell him. His skin was glowing, but he looked so irritated as so many passengers interrupted their conversation to ask him for help. It was quite amusing for her.
“so when are we meeting for our umm date?”, he asked looking around.
“why are you saying it like we are planning something illegal”
he laughed.
“nah, my manager is around. So Friday yeah?”
“I need to talk to you about that actually.”
“let’s go for a walk whilst you tell me what it is”. They didn’t walk far, as they ended up standing in a Pret that was all but 5 steps away from their previous location.
“I don’t think we should go on that date because I know I don’t want a relationship and I don’t want to waste your time,” she felt the words hurling out.
“oh, okay” he processed the information.
“I mean it’s a shame but if that’s what you want then okay. I won’t cry… Too much”
He kept his spirit up as he walked her out to her coach. Maybe it was the fact that he was so close or the fact that he hadn’t experienced something like this in a while that made him say,
“I still think we should go on that date, because you never know what could happen.”
He made his case,
“you weren’t looking to give out your number that day but you did. You weren’t looking to go on a date but you agreed to go on one with me so maybe there is something there worth exploring.” He ended his argument with the slight shoulder shrug and a quick smile exposing his dimples once again. All she wanted in that moment was to tell him that she agreed and that they should go on the date, because their chemistry was undeniable. Something in her knew that they would get along so well and she knew that she would end up in a relationship but was this chemistry worth her giving up her beliefs. She knew how strong her emotions could get and that she would end up compromising her promises to God for him. She couldn’t do that again.
With that thought, she forced a parting smile on her face, stuck with her decision and gave him a final goodbye. The hug.
That parting hug said everything that she couldn’t and she hoped that he felt it. She wanted to hold on for longer and take in every element of the moment but he was in too much pain to hold on any longer.
She dragged her suitcase to her coach, pulled herself up the stairs and dropped herself into an empty window seat. All the possible fairy tale endings, shattered. He was the perfect balance of everything but he wasn’t a Christian. God will bring someone like him, right? Or even better? She hoped.
The coach pulled away from the station and started its journey back home.