Only you

It started with a letter

Nora POV

„Dear future me, I hope you find someone who truly loves you. So deeply loved, just like those sob story where you wanna throw up. Simply someone who doesn't just look at you. Someone who sees you the way you are. I want you to wake up and feel the arms of your lover around you. Giving you comfort so dearly that it effects your whole perspective in life."

„Here's your coffee miss." I looked up the barista who served me my order.

I thanked him and looked back down to the diary that I found where I sat down. I know it's extremely disrespectful to invade someone's mind like this but it laid there open and I was already curious what It was. There wasn't a name in it. Not an Adress. Or even a picture. Just that delicate handwriting covering their papers with words that warm my heart.

I turned the page and saw one more. I was already reading so why stop was my thought and I read on getting lost in the sentences that where written by a stranger.

„I don't know what to do anymore. I know I'm standing in a position I don't want to be. I didn't expect to end up there or it wasn't meant to turn out like this. I was blindly falling. Something I never want to experience again. How was I able to not see the signs? Even my friends told me to stay away but yet I didn't listen. I'm still with them. Hoping so bad that It'll change. Change for the better. But is it worth it?"

I closed the diary and laid it down next to my coffee. My mind was stuck and I can't help but wonder who this person might be. They are definitely in pain. Something I can relate to and i think everyone can.

I looked around me and scanned my surroundings as I drank my coffee in silence. A couple siting on the other side with their feet entangled under their table. Joking around while writing on their papers. An older lady sitting there reading a book while I assume her husband who's next to her reads a news paper. His hands shake a bit which makes the papers shake as well. The rings they wear will leave an imprint on their body and that's what makes their love so sweet. They have someone who stood by their side no matter what.

I scrambled my note book out and started to write a letter to the one who that diary belongs to.
Some encouraging words or not. Depends on if the person gets their book back.

„Hey stranger. You probably feel relieved that you have your diary back. But you probably feel invaded since someone places a letter in it." I took a bite of my muffin and moved on writing.

„First off I Wanna apologize for reading your diary. I know it's disrespectful and I wouldn't want someone to read my thoughts, hopes and feelings, but i just wanted to spread some thoughts of my own into your book if that's alright with you. I mean not directly into your book because it's a letter so you can actually throw it away but anyway that's not the point. Sorry I tend to ramble a lot and that even when I write."

I shook my head on how dumb I can actually be sometimes. I'm really making a fool out of myself here.

„I hope that the future you finds what it's looking for. That love story everyone of us dreamed of as a kid. Everyone deserves it. I think you'll find the one and maybe they are closer then you might think.
Regardless of what has happened to you. Because I can feel that there is a lot on your chest. Everything will settle one day and you'll look back and smile knowing that you made it to a point where nothing can break your happiness."

„But that sob story? Really? I mean I don't know if I'm a romantic person or not but that's probably because nobody has ever been romantic with me Or did something romantic for me."

I think through my relationship and realize that it has been plane party's, sex and drugs. Where alcohol was involved I'd be in bed with him not long after. Nothing of this is romantic in any way but somehow I'm still sticking with it.