Cliché Love

#2 Waiting for Love

"If you love someone, let them go. But can you really? "

My hands played with the soft cloth resting on my lap as I stared at the forks and spoons placed in an order.

My head was bent down slightly as my lips hummed a soft note along with the music in the restaurant.

This place held so many memories and moments.

The small chair at the corner was where I first met him.
Remembering that day brought a soft smile on my face.

I was minding my own business, an eighteen year old, when he walked up to me claiming I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. What made me cringe was the fact that we both were in our senior year.

My attempts to keep him away were anything but effective, every push seemed to be a wave of encouragement for him.

He followed me in school, even came to my house wining my parents over immediately. What he told them is beyond me.

Soon we became close, so close that I couldn't imagine a life without him in it.

Every thrusday we would meet at this restaurant and eat together till one day after I got my degree I came to see a man on his knees looking at me with uncertainty. Uncertainty not for what he was doing, but for what I thought of it.

My mind went into a frenzy because even after 5 years of being together I couldn't get myself to imagine his proposal. Besides, being a doctor kept me busy for most of the time.

I did say yes. How could I not? He was everything I could ever ask for and so much more.

Getting married was the second best thing that happened to me and breaking the news of my pregnancy, my first.

It was a normal thrusday when we both entered the diner, the manager greeting us softly. I had requested for a personal booth instead of the place we normally sat. He looked confused but didn't once question my decision, realising there was something bigger behind my demands.

He might have felt my nervousness as he questioned me, concerned. I looked into his green eyes and I couldn't help but let a tear slip from my own.

He let go of the words and pulled me into a hug, comforting me. He knew what to do every time.

I pulled away from him realising it's now or never.
Taking in a huge breath I told him.

His reaction to the news was something I'd never forget. He picked me up in his arms and hooted so loud that a crowd formed around us.

He shouted about how life couldn't get better, how he couldn't he happier. His face lit up as if a child had seen Santa.

We never stopped coming here. This place was our everything because everytime I'm here I remember all our moments together, our life together.

"Hello, Mrs. Anderson. Same old?" I glaced up at the 20 year old waitress as she gave me the smile she did every thrusday. I blinked a few times to clear my teary eyes.

" Yes, Andrea. That would be all." It wouldn't take a genius to figure out my age. I had been coming to this diner for about 45 years now.

I felt two large hands cover my eyes, a grin cracked through my lips.

" James." I breathed out as the two hands removed themselves clearing my line of sight.

I looked into his green eyes, the happiness in them evident.

" Hi, love."

"Hi." I smiled back at him, even after seeing him for so many years I couldn't bring myself to get used to his appearance.

" I'm sorry I came late." I just waved off his apology, happy he was here now.

" It doesn't matter, I know it was something important."
"Nothings more important than you."

"How cheesy can you get, James?" I asked shaking my head lightly as he took his seat across me.

" Only for you, baby. Only for you."

" Mrs. Anderson? Are you alright?" Andrea asked me as I took my eyes of my husband and looked at her.

"I'm alright. Thank you dear." I looked down at my plate full of food but before digging in I looked up again.

" What would you like?" I asked him.

" Honey, I love you so much. But you need to let me go. Move on. It's been 5 years, Amy." He spoke with sincerity in his voice.

" I can't seem to." I replied but when I looked up this time, he wasn't there. Why would he be?

He left 5 years ago but I'm still waiting.

Waiting so that one day we are together again, I can feel his warmth again.

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I'm sorry if this was too sad.....but this something I wanted to write..

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