Today is finally ending, and Zen is glad. “What a hectic day!” He said to himself. Work had taken what small amount of energy he had left in hopes of a night out in town. Nevertheless, he decided he can just use the time to catch up on his sleep and binge-watching his favorites on Netflix.
On top of having a bad day, he saw a couple in love trying not to express public display of affection which only reminded him of a woman he lost connection with. Months and months he invested into getting to know her, and he doesn’t know where the first place to search to find her.
Not wanting to end his day or go home because it’s going empty there on this Friday evening, Zen walked two blocks to Barnes and Noble. Since it’s warm out, walking would be more beneficial than just driving there.
Once inside the bookstore, Zen immediately felt a sense of calm and peacefulness. Nothing like ending a bad day in a bookstore, he assured himself. He headed over to the café to order his usual: a and a blueberry muffin before browsing the isles for a good read.
Moments later after spending a substantial amount of time in the romance section, he sat down to read a Forbes magazine he picked up along the way until a familiar feeling swept over him like a gentle, welcoming breeze. He closed his eyes, submitting to the familiarity.
He knows the feeling all too well. It’s an emotion you can feel deep within yourself that comes out to swaddled you in its embrace. Warmth and comfort. It has her thinking of him like he’s been thinking of her. He desires and adores her. No one has ever made him feel like this before, and to think is what started it all.
Zen glanced around slowly, wishing he could be with her and this time, express himself about how he really feels. He threw a few of his dreads over his shoulder that escaped from the band to hold the hair in place. He sighs. She is the one who made him believe and trust in love again.
He redirect his attention to the magazine, but someone caught his eye. He slightly turns his head and his breath caught. Could it be?
“What is she doing here? She lives on the West coast,” he thought.
Zen shot up out of his seat, almost abandoning his books, and nearly tripped over his feet getting to her. He waited so long for this moment, nothing can stop him, not even his trippy self.
With each step he took, his heart pounded louder, drowning out the noise coming from the patrons and a television that hung from the ceiling on the south end side.
His chestnut-brown eyes stayed fixated on her even when he stood silently in front of her table. His mouth couldn’t move as he took in the sight of her…
Marissa was so enthralled by a book she was reading that she haven’t noticed someone there at first. She sensed the presence and slowly lifted her head.
“Zen!” She exclaimed in a loud whisper. Her widen eyes started to watered as he took a seat. Her heart fluttered as she stared up at him. The man who she has deep feelings for from her social media stood 6 foot and 3 inches tall with love glowing brightly in his eyes.
“Yes, Marissa. I-I missed you so much.” Zen said to her, reaching for her hands as he took a seat.
“I’ve missed you, too. I can’t believe we’re here, together…finally.” Marissa blinked back the tears threatening to fall. She failed. Before she could wipe them away, he carefully brushed a thumb underneath her eyes.
Their fingers intertwined as they gazed deeply into each other eyes. Time seemed to have stood still. A thousand words they wanted to say. They waited all their lives for each other and for this moment to tell one another what they wanted to say; yet, they
“Hmm, Marissa, I have to say this so you will know how much you mean to me.”
Marissa could only nod, not trusting her choked words, she squeezed his hand tighter.
“Never in my life have I ever felt love like this. When I saw you online and then we started talking, it opened up something inside of me. We have a lot in common, our likes, dislikes, similar past, and present experiences… What I’m trying to say is in your eyes, I’ve found the missing pieces. The missing pieces to complete me. You are my everything, love. You…you..” Zen couldn’t complete his sentence. He’s not perfect but here’s a woman who wants him, all of him, and he feels so blessed to have known her. She for him, and he for her.
Marissa slid her chair over to sit closer beside him. She laid her head against his broad shoulder. “I know, love, I know. I feel the same way. I can’t stop thinking about you. Your laugh, the live videos you shared, the music…You mean so much to me. I’ve waited so long to tell you how much. We should go somewhere privately,” she suggested, looking up at him.
He gazed down lovingly at her, and said, “Yes, my love. I love you so much.” His eyes showed exactly how he felt.
She responded, “I love you, too.”
By: Pamela Hester ©2017. 🌹 🌹