Love, a Four Letter Word

Love, a four-letter word.

A noun.

A 'L' word that has multiple definitions.

A word that meant nothing to me until I met her.

Her blue-green eyes sparkled as she looked out the coffee shop window at the London city skyline. Which can I add, she always made me chuckle when she'd go to the coffee shop, she always complained of the awful smell of coffee.

Her strawberry blonde curls that got caught in the sunlight, heaping through the window, tucked behind her ears as she sketched the world around her.

I thought she never seemed to notice me staring right at her, sitting in the booth facing her few rows ahead of hers.

She'd smile in satisfaction after she scribbled down another detail of her drawing on her notepad, laid out on her table.

She took one last sip of her hot honey tea, not too hot but not too cool, with two creams and two sugars.

I watched as she set down her cup, her lipstick stained the straw, and began to walk away from her table.

I've been coming to this shop for two weeks now, just to see her beautiful eyes. I came today telling myself that I wouldn't let her leave without talking to her; or else I may never get the nerve to do it.

I raced out of my booth and ran out the door, bumping into people as I kept my eyes locked on her. I looked both ways of the streets when I saw her coat slowly flowing after her.

"Hey, wait!" I yelled watching her slip into the normally busy streets of London.

I quickly lost her in the crowd of people rushing by, my eyes darted everywhere hoping to spot the slightest glimpse of her.

I shoved through the people even though I didn't see her. I was almost to the point to just give up and head to work.

That's when I saw her hair blowing in the slight breeze.

I raced after her, elbowing everyone out of my way as I went, to make sure I didn't lose her that time.

"Hey, pretty eyed coffee girl," I said lightly tugging on her jacket.

She slightly turned her head and looked at me, her eyes were even more attractive this close up.

"You're that girl that goes to the coffee shop every morning, right," I asked after she stared at me not saying one word.

I would be lying If I didn't say she looked a bit scared of me, she turned and kept walking away.

I stood there for a moment, watching her then quickly followed her, "Do you draw?" I asked looking at the sketch she was drawing earlier.

She shook her head, not making eye contact with me.

"Oh, well it's really good, I like it." I smiled looking at her.

She stopped in her track and turned to me, "Can I help you with something, Sir."

I stared at her irritated figure, she seemed to be in a rush for somewhere. She may be angry at me but she sure still is beautiful.

I nodded, "I think I may have lost your number, it doesn't seem to be in my phone anymore." I pulled my phone out looking through my contacts.

"Excuse me, I don't think we've met. So if you would leave that would be nice." She faked a friendly smile.

"I'm Simon," I put my hand out for her to shake.

She stared at my hand, "Oh, I know who you are. You're that creepy guy that stares at me every day when I come to the coffee shop for a cup of tea."

I chuckled scratching the back of my head, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

She turned her head and quickly walked once again away from me, as if she's was trying to loose me.

"Would you please stop following me." She groaned feeling me walking right beside her.

"You know you walk really fast," I said taking big steps trying to keep up with her.

She slightly turned her head looking at me, "That's because I'm trying to get away from you."

"Where are you going?"

"Look," She turned the corner of a street, "if I give you my number will you leave me alone?"

I nodded smiling.

She sighed taking a pen and ripping a piece of paper from the side of her drawing; and quickly scrambles down her number.

"Thanks," I smiled taking it from her, "by the way, I don't think you told me your name."

Adele, Adele Adkins." She said with no expression on her face.

I smiled, what a pretty name I could have gotten used to saying.

Adele Konecki sounded even better.

"Well nice to meet you, Adele," I once again put my hand out.

"I don't shake hands," She smiled.

I quickly relax, I thought I was acting really stupid until I saw her smile, at least I got her to smile.

Her eyes stay locked behind me, I turned my head only to see a tall, bald, built guy walking towards her.

I quickly frowned as I watch her take his hand, she was smiling at him, not me.

So she's not single, I thought I had a chance.

I sighed looking down at the leaves smashed stuck to the wet pavement.

My mind started racing as I felt a hole in my heart start to form.

Whenever I saw her sitting there at the shop, I would picture myself sitting next to her holding her hand.

I guess that was only in my dreams.

You can say I fell in love with her, a stranger, within two weeks; that might not seem like a lot of time, but imagine seeing someone for the first time and instantly knowing you're going to be with that person for the rest of your life. Imagine never having that person out fo your mind for two weeks straight, then It might seem like a lot of time. I know it might sound slightly funny but that's the affects this woman has had on me.

Every day I'd wait for her to walk in the shop and I'd find something new to love about her every time I saw her.

The feeling was so strange it stretched throughout my whole body.

It overwhelmed me, yet made me feel complete.

It had no bound nor length or depth; it was just absolute.

It felt as though I was in a fire, yet completely safe at the same time.

I knew I hadn't even gotten to know her, but felt as if I didn't need to. I felt as if I knew everything about her but if you asked me any question about her at the time, I wouldn't be able to give you one answer.

You might have said I'm crazy but I'm just telling you my feelings about her.

I knew I fell in love with that woman I didn't even know.

Coming back to reality, I looked up seeing her walking hand in hand already ways away.

"Bye, I guess," I whispered to myself even though I knew she couldn't hear me.

Bye forever.