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Tuesday 1 January 2013

NOTEBOOK # 2


NOTEBOOK # 2

(When a man meets a woman and a woman meets a man)
Love Story.


Where should I begin?

Well, it IS a love story… so how about with LOVE?!

OKay.

J

“The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that's what you've given me. That's what I'd hoped to give you forever”

There is a story (a love story) that I would like to share here with you ….

It is a beautiful story, gentle and innocent, safe & priceless, soul(s) driven, open, honest, easy (?), teaching lessons on both sides, sweet, nice and warm, full of fuzzy feelings, jittery, short (?), challenging, natural & raw, sincere, interesting, curious, tender, affectionate, nice, deep, decent, energetic, feelings filled, purpose driven, caring, smiling, laughing, touching, joyful, emotional, careful, mindful, spiritual, enjoyable, loving, pitch-and-catch-kind-of one, passionate, receiving and giving, respectful, daring, gentle, cute, kind, genuine, precious.

The story begins quite unpredictably – neither of sides expecting anything much to happen. But then on the second thought, maybe they both were secretly wishing and dreaming and hoping for their universes to collide! Well, thinking about it more deeply – they must have been thinking, they must have been on the same wavelengths and their thoughts must have been connected as they are the reason, the product that brought those 2 souls together!

One man.

One woman.

One story.

And The story continues.

Their connection was intense, energetic, immediate and fast! They hit it off straight away. It was deep, intense and full of raw emotions, organic and new feelings. Happy days ahead, new beginnings, and new ends.

They ‘met’ on-line. Cyber space - modern - way of meeting and mingling. I dare to say they both had no idea whatsoever how and where this encounter of theirs would lead and end up. Every time she posted an update about herself on Facebook, he would amend his advertisement. He so desperately wanted for her to visit his place. He would insulate the house, he would paint a room for her, he would post a picture of a newly painted double bedroom, of a large patio and at the end he would put: for short or long term!

So... she decided to visit him, cold call him, see him again, call over to him, meet with him. She knew his address from the advertisement she had seen on-line.

She was walking and nearing his house, getting closer and closer. She looked up to check and see the window upstairs. As she was almost close to his door, she passed his car (looking inside), someone suddenly opened the door! It was him. He must have seen her through the window. He wanted her to think he was waiting and hoping she would come one day. He wanted for her to feel she was welcomed, safe and secure and he never had any bad feelings for her, ever! Everything went all so quick. She was so taken by a surprise that she was not even sure if that was him. Then 2 questions had arisen within her: First, is he coming out of the house, going outside? Second, does he know who she is? Did he recognize her? Does he still remember? Is he upset, angry with her?!

And yes, he did recognize her. His words spoken were: ‘Hi. Are you okay?’

She, looking straight at him, answered: ‘Hi. Yes, I am okay.’

The she said: ‘There is no gate there.’

He asked: ’What’s that?’ Smiling. Happy.

She said: ‘There is no gate there so I had to come up and ended up at your door.’

He smiled at her. His smile.

She smiled back at him.

She asked: ‘Are we going to stay outside or can I go inside for just 2 minutes, please?’

He said: ‘Okay.’

She said: ‘Thank you.’ Being in his house now.

He was slowly and gently closing the door.

She said: ‘It won’t take long. I guess you were not expecting me to come?!’

He smiled back at her.

She asked: ‘So how are you?’

He answered: ‘Good. Hmm. Studying.’ Pointing at the desk.

She asked: ‘Oh, what do you study?’

He answered: ‘For my master’s degree.’

She glanced at the desk, then at the wall covered with the photos of family and she smiled, pressing her lips and slowly turning behind her, back, she noticed the entrance to his kitchen. She turned back to face him. She smiled at him and looked him up and down. He looked back at her and smiled.

He asked her, quite nervously (now): ‘So, how are you?’

She answered: ‘I am good. Ah. Actually not!’

He looking at her, asked: ‘No, you are not good?’

She answered: ‘I am more than that!’ Smiling.

He is smiling. He said: ‘You are more than good?’

She answered: ‘Yeah’.

Both smiling and looking at one another.

He looked her up and down. Twice. He wanted her to notice that! He so showed how happy he was she was there with him, at this very moment, now.

She changed her position and said: ‘So… I came here because I wanted to say – in person- ….’

He interrupted and said: ‘Yes!’

She looked at him and said: ‘Yes, because the email does not work.’

He did not say anything. He held his cup which he then moved onto a windowsill.

She continued: ‘…. Thank you for showing up in my life. I have learned so much since then and I am still learning. It is amazing!’

He asked her: ‘What is so amazing?’ He wanted her.

To which she replied: ‘Everything. It started right after we met. I did what I wanted. Actually, I always did what I wanted.’

She said: ‘There are a few, a couple of people in my life who kind of changed or directed my life in a certain way and I feel you are one of them……………………..’

He was very surprised to hear that, shocked perhaps. Not expecting anything like this to happen. But deep inside, he was very, very happy to hear that and for it to be. 

To which he completely changed his position and said, smiling; ‘We met only once or twice…’

To which she replied: ‘Once. That was enough!’

He smiled at her. He asked her: ‘How did you know where I live?’

She answered: ‘On Daft.’

He smiled at her. He wanted her to know he does not mind at all.

She asked: ‘Why did you put up the ad on Daft?’

He answered: ‘Oh, I was looking for a new flatmate at that time.’

She said: ‘Ah, that makes sense.’

He sensed the intensity and so did she.

He changed his position again and pointing to the stairs leading upstairs, he said: ‘I am living here now with my girlfriend and we are expecting a baby.’

She looked at him and said: ‘Ah, that is nice….. Congratulations.’

He said: ‘Thanks.’ Upset, angry with himself.

She asked: ’When is the baby due?’

He, irritated with himself, answered: ‘In April.’

She asked: ‘Is it gonna be…… a boy or a girl?’

He answered: ‘We don’t know.’

She said: ‘Oh… A surprise?’

He said: ‘Yes.’

She said: ‘That is nice.’

He was getting closer to her now. He wanted to reassure her he was sorry.

He asked her, gently: ‘Are you still working with the children?’

She answered: ‘Yes, it is going good.’

He asked her again: ‘Do you live with the family?’

She replied: ’No, I share the house with 2 people.’

He asked: ‘How did you find the house?’

She replied: ‘Oh, it just happened. I liked the house, I liked the people.’

He asked her: ‘Where do you live?’

She replied: ‘Oh actually, it’s close here. On Cooley Road.’

He looking at her straight, said: ‘Yeah…..’

They were looking into each other’s eyes.

She looking at him, said: ‘OKay, there is one more thing before I go….’

He looked unhappy.

She said: ‘I felt…. I FEEL I owe you something from the last time. It is a hug.’

He immediately said: ‘Okay!’

She said: ’I should have given it to you back then.’

They were looking at each other for a couple of seconds. Then, he moved towards her and gave her nice, long hug. She wanted to pull away earlier from him, but he still held.

Once they embraced, they were just a little happy.

Pulling apart, she said, slowly: ‘OKay, I am done here.’ He looked unhappy.

She said to him: ‘Good luck with your study.’ Pointing at his desk.

He said: ‘Thanks.’ He was crying out for her to like him at this very moment, this very minute. 

She said: ‘And congratulations on your baby again. That is lovely, very sweet. I am happy for you. I really am!’

They were looking at each other.

She then moved closer to the door which he slowly opened.

She leaves the house and him there.

She heard the click of the door closing behind her by him. She never looked back.


Enough, enough now. J

She said to herself, ‘Thank you for loving me!’

He said to himself, ‘Thank you for lovin’ me!’

And all is well.





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