For you Mary

1.The beginning!

"Moments! Yes, definitely moments are a treasure ! Such a small special thing in a huge monotonous everyday's time! I'm not talking about moments as a matter of time but as a matter of importance that they give the time"!

This was coming through my mind, while quietly and with a curiosity that I don't even know where it came from, sitting in that old beautiful chair of 'Costa cafe', surveying people. Couples!
Some were happy starting or going through a new relationship because like that is the unknown, beautiful!
Some seemed sad breaking up or going through that because like that is when the bottle of love hasn't anymore from its amazing juice. Sad!

So, yeah I'm more convinced than ever that our lives, our moments are filled with stories. Stories that beautiful or not we'll share with someone, somewhere. Doesn't matter if they will be your loved one, your friends or even nephews and nieces.

''Come on, don't you think you're becoming too girlish, you smartie?!"- DEVIL says, bothering my thoughts.

"Oh my god, I think I'm in love with myself. You're so good"-ANGEL objects.

Oh yeah! Sorry! I've to introduce you with ANGEL and DEVIL. Like everyone of us has his or her possitive and negative side inside, they are both the pilots of my emotions ; the good and the bad;the left and the right; the ying and yang!

I don't want to name them with color names , like black and white because I remember myself joking or judging a friend of mine (silly me) about the way he washed his clothes. Using the washing machine twice, once for black ones and once for the white ones. Not all of them together.I called him Racist!

I regretted about that, 2 days later when my Mom, with kinda or better than some ninja skills, threw her slippers on my head from a distance that snipers would have big problems targeting their target, because I washed all our  colorful clothes (including whites) in one. I just remember that calling myself dizzy is a little and comparing all our washed clothes now, with the south-African flag is so damn right.

However, Devil: stubborn, hateful, thinks it's my smart side and violent for sure (hope he is not hearing)      and Angel:Nice, Romantic and peacefull are both the imaginary portayal of my brain for my feeling 'teams'.

I think everyone has the inside battle between the good and the bad and inside me, they are the main 'actors' of every emotional 'movie' of mine.

Anyway, back at the cafe.
I'm sitting here, with my hot cup of tea, even though I love the awaking smell of coffee, (it does something strange to my body) , so yes every time TEA.
When I say 'everytime Tea' means EVERY-TIME because I don't want to go and spend some good hours of my life in the toilet.

So, I'm not here because I love to read books with a good, hot cup of tea and surrounded by unknown people, which helps being with unknown people around because surely you can avoid some of typical questions of your friends like;
"What a beautiful cover this book has? Amaizing it can cover all your ugly face?"
I told you my friend that I'll read, I know you're bored! Play your phone please!

"Or, did you see her mini-skirt dude? I bet you could see her panties!"
'Thanks DUDE, my only two eyes are focused somewhere where mini-skirt is characterized by nine-letters and I don't think she has panties at all, so play your phone please, or yeah wait for her to pretend she threw something on the floor so you can see the sunset!

Yes, typical conversation with my friends. Oh and don't judge me, I'm very friendly!

The real reason why I'm here shivering (and the room termometer shows 24 C degrees, which makes me worry about my protective and temperature stabilizer role of my skin) is because I somehow have a date.

Say somehow because can't believe it.
At home, all alone couldn't wait to meet her, who by the why way in only two days of texting made me realize that good people exist for real (of course without counting myself) and also the IQ of Einstein (sorry honored Sir) is kinda low compared with hers (keep going girl).

And now I'm praying for a text from her saying: "I'm sorry I couldn't make it today. I really wanted so much to come but bla blah".

She must text me that or if she sees me like this, honestly will wonder if I'm raised by a chickens or for sure monkeys are fuc*ing handsome compared with me.

My phone does that strange message alert: 'Boss you have a text message' and immediately reminds me that I have to change it if I don't want to look not only uglier than a monkey but also with a lower IQ than one of them.

It's her!
'Sorry for being late. I'm almost there. If you could wait for me at the subway station, Exit A2 would be great. Thank you. See you in 5 min. SMILEY'

In my head sound only two words- 'Holy sh*t'.
Well, I thought it sounded only in my head but actually after some moments I understood why the waiter with a unexplainable face expression said to me: 'Toilet is that way sir. And please call it NEED, (saying it slowly) next time. People around you are enjoying their coffee'
I just blushed and stared around like a fool.

Well, this Ugly face got a date(Hope my mom won't read this, cause you know, I'm her handsome boy. Mamma's handsome boy. Yayy!)-humble with myself.

''Well said sir. Ugly''- Devil shouts in my head.

"Oh come on, don't listen to him'"- Angel says
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"Hehehe"- the Devil laughs a devil laugh!

''Shhh you stupid! You want him to get a mirror and listen to his annoying voice for hours , crying and complaining?''- now Angel shouts towards Devil.

''That would be great. He's a disaster''-Devil responds.

Hey guys I can hear you. Could you please shut up! Sorry Angel!

''I'll shut up but you've to move your fat ass and go wait for that girl. I don't want to miss that embarrassing scene for nothing in this world''- Devil adds.

'DEEEE-VIL''- Angle's voice.

''Ok, Ok. Go champ. Go get her. Champion of stupidity by the way. hihihi''- characteristic Devil's sarcasm.

I stand up. Definitely should go fast. But my legs won't respond to me. I convince myself that is better to wait for her than Vice versa.

After hurrying a little, I arrive at the subway station before her. Even though I was worried if I could make it on time because of my 3416 stops of fixing my hair, looking at the cafe's and other mirrors, I finally made it.

Now all that is left to do is breath heavily to calm myself (or to try at least) and wait for her to show up!

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'This is the beginning of the story guys. Thanks for reading and feel yourself free to comment and leave your feedback. It would help to make the story better! Thank you!! :)