Love 'verses' Me

Chapter 1

"The love was never meant to be a part of my life,
I loved to write about it, but i know how deep it can cut me like a knife.
I avoided it as much as i could
But maybe it was the thing that ended my strife"
-Ashley

Being a writer wasn't my first preference but maybe destiny had it for me and here i am writing about love and peace. The name plate on my door "Ashley Waters- senior editor" removes all the question marks in my mind which i have for this career. At the age of 23, with a stable job and own apartment who will not be content? My parents are proud of me which makes me the most satisfied person in this universe.
It's such a lovely occupation to write poetries and stories but believe me, it is not at all easy when your boss expects 2 poetries at the end of every month with a big article on all the positive things going around even when the world today is evil and selfish.

I got up from my chair and cracked my neck side by side, stretched my arms and decided to take a walk outside my cabin since it was lunch time. "Miss Ashley? Have you thought about any article you're going to write this time?" As soon as i left my cabin my irritating boss stood there with arms folded strictly and giving me a glare. "Yes sir! I am going to write an article about sacrifices we make for love. I've not decided yet whether it is appropriate or not!" He stood there narrowing his eyes even more, they almost closed i guess. " i expect you to think something soon Ashley. You're now dismissed." With this he nodded and walked away curtly. Irritating dumbass. No! Don't get me wrong. He isn't a hot boy in his late twenties or thirties. He's a forty five year old man with arrogant nature and authority. I discontinued cursing him and went to take a cup of coffee from a nearby coffee shop. As soon as i exited the building, cold air hit me in face. Wow! Winters are lovely! I walked to the coffee shop and ordered a hot brimming cup of black coffee for myself. I made myself comfortable on a table, took a napkin and decided to write a very short poem. I loved leaving random stuff on napkins which are further read by people and are either thrown or saved forever. Some of my poems are even stuck up on the coffee shop's wall.
" I saw your eyes traveling down a lonely road.
Any story baby you've never unfold?
I want to be a part of this journey
But maybe the doors are still closed.."
-Ashley
I put my pen inside and kept that napkin under the vase on my table.
My coffee arrived and oh lord! The best thing created by humans is right in front of me begging to drink it up without any delay. I devoured my cup of coffee and started thinking about the article I've to write. I looked at my watch and it's 3:00 pm. Jesus! I'm late. I kept the cup of coffee on the table and ran as fast as i can because if my boss comes to know that I'm late by 15 minutes, he'll give me more work to do. I slowly entered my cabin and thank god he didn't see me! I collapsed on my chair and removed my coat. Wait! Where's my purse? Oh dear lord! I forgot it in the coffee shop! Again! It might be the 5th time. The waiter will keep it safe i know. The owner knows me too well. I'll pick it up after my work finishes i thought and got back to my task.

About 3 hours later, i am closing my cabin's door and head out to the coffee shop. I did my work peacefully today because my phone never rang since it was in my purse.
I entered the coffee shop and greeted Jerry, the owner. "Ashley.. You forgot this again!" Jerry said handing me my purse with a smile on his face. Jerry was a nice man in his late thirties and knows me since i joined this office."Thanks Jerry! I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time" i turned around to leave but he called me again "Ashley ,someone left this for you" I looked at him confusingly and saw a napkin he was holding out in his hand. I took it from him and opened it. That was my very short poem i wrote this afternoon and at the back of the napkin was.. Another short poem?
I read eagerly to see what was written on it. Well it was new for me. I write like this many times but this time i got a reply. That's weird.
"Maybe you are not ready to measure the depth of my sorrow..
Maybe someday I'll unfold my mysteries if not tomorrow"
Wow! Just two lines and i was captivated. But there was no name. No initials even
"Jerr. Who gave this to you?
"A young man gave this to me this evening. He was new i guess because i saw him for the first time here"
"Okay! Thanks Jerr I've to go now. I'll see you tomorrow"
I left the shop and read the verse for 100th time maybe.
Whoever he is, seems talented. Way much!

A/N: Hello folks! Hope you liked the first chapter. I'm a novice and will try to improve. Your praise and suggestions are welcome
In the media is a photo of Ashley Waters as per my thinking. :p