Only you

Perspectives

Lizzie POV

I slumped down in my car throwing my bag to the passenger seat. What a fucking exhausting day.
I glanced into my bag and noticed that something really important was missing. Shit. My diary. It's gone.

I pulled the bag to me scrambling through but I found nothing. It wasn't there. Damn it.
It can't be in my office. I remember that I haven't looked for it the whole day. Where did I use it the last time? The café. I wrote into it when I was there. That's it.

I started my engine and made my way to the Café as fast as I could and it was packed which was pretty obvious at this time of the day.

„Excuse me? Hey. I think I forgot my book here. It's beige and has a small E.C.O as initials on it. I was sitting there in the corner by the window earlier this morning. Did you see it by any chance?"
I asked the barista who made the coffee that smelled so welcoming.

„Oh yeah! Someone handed it over to me this morning. Wait I'll get it." my heart was at ease again as I heard him say he has it.

„Lucky you. Usually people just steal the stuff that gets forgotten. They where really caring when they handed it over." he wiggled with it as he came back handing me my diary over.

„Thank god. They saved my day I guess."

„They did indeed. Can I get you anything else?" he asked and I shook my head.

„For now nothing but thank you. See you around."
I smiled at him and so did he. I made my way back to my car looking through my diary and seeing something that doesn't belong to me.

A letter?

I unfolded it and my eyes crossed every word.

„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 can't believe that someone actually looked through my diary.

„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 let out a chuckle realizing that this person is really rambling and that even while they write.

„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."

My heart warms because I've never heard a stranger say something like this to me. So caring for no reason.

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

I feel kinda bad that this person hasn't been familiar with romance in the way everyone else lives.

„Something about you tells me that we might have some things in common. I don't know. It might be my imagination, or my wish to find a stranger that relates with me in no other way but I guess I'll just have to wait and see. Please don't be mad that I wrote you something and read your thoughts. Guess sharing mine makes it equal... does it tho?
Maybe I just did it out of boredom or because I feel like I should be heard. Sounds desperate but it's not. Dolt worry. I'm not a creep or freak or psycho. I'm far from that. Well i think so. Anyway this will probably be the first and last time I write you this. Maybe we will meet one day. Either here in this café or somewhere outside at the beach or in a shop or in an elevator a restaurant or a hospital. Maybe we bump into each other and won't notice that our souls and minds met on paper. It doesn't matter if we do or don't. The one thing that matters is that I hope that you'll find what your looking for.