keeping love under your hat (standard:romance, 963 words)
Author: kathyg	Added: Nov 13 2006	Views/Reads: 3515/2187	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! 



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