Wren
I used to think that I would end up alone. That I would never find someone that I liked. I used to think that ever since I started pretending like I had no interest in people, in anything really, that it was who I was. I got so used to lying that I had been able to convince myself that it was true. That I had no interest in anyone and for that I spent most of my adult years by myself.
The nightstands I had were simply. . . a test. To see if I had really broken myself and after the second trial, it started feeling. . .empty. Not right and that almost broke me. Almost being the key word. I know how to pick myself up, dust myself off and act like I was alright and that was what I did. That is what I have always done.
I have always been on my own. My sibling left me by myself after teasing me and making my life miserable. My father left me to myself and what little friends I had grown up were scared away or bullied away by my siblings. Lena and Mark, even though they are my brother and sister, were the worst people I have ever met.
I was fine deluding myself until my ball of self- deceit was cracked open.
I was having problems with one of my cars and was already late for an important meeting, so I decided to take the train that day. I got into the first train car but it was already full, so I decided to walk further in. I wasn't in the mood to stand so I trudged in further. I finally got to the last cart, sighing in relief when I saw a free seat.
On my way to it, I happened to look up and. . .there he was. Sitting there, clad in a thick brown coat, black turtleneck and a matching brown sweater. He was smiling at his phone and I took a step forward and ended up stumbling. He swept me off my feet and he hadn't even looked my way. I had been so relieved that he hadn't seen that spectacle I had just made.
The first thought I had, when I had looked at his face was. . . imagine if we were to start talking and along the line, he becomes my boyfriend.
The first time I saw him and that was my first thought.
My other thought was to know what his name was.
I could not stop staring at him. He carried himself so gently, held onto his face so gently, even the smile on his face was soft and all. . . gentle. Yeah, he took all the words away from my head and I could not make up a meaningful sentence.
My admiration went on but I stayed my distance. He was all I could think about. And even though my car had gotten fixed that same day, I kept taking the train. The short rides were what made my day. They made me happy. They made me yearn. They made me begin to want to do something right out of my comfort zone.
The first time I found out Bailey couldn't hear, I took it upon myself to watch tutorials online. Yes, it was interesting to learn but I also did it because I wanted to talk to him.
When I had seen Bailey being cornered by some men and being threatened, I did not even hesitate or even think about my own safety. I was just scared he was going to be hurt.
When I found out his name, I was so happy.
When I walked into a book store just mere streets away from where I worked and found him there, it was like fate was on my side for once in my life.
It snowballs from there and I suddenly have him in my life, in my home, at my side. It did not even take me two weeks into our relationship to know that he was the one. I could not stop drawing him. Neither could I stop myself from designing and making jewelry pieces for him. And I haven't given him any of them yet. I was surprisingly a little insecure about it. What if he does not like them?
