Eleanor( a short story)

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But then Harry began to think. That as much as he'd started loving her, he would one day stop. For that's how it always is isn't it? All relationships always end in break ups or divorce or death. And so, love never really is forever.

He knew by now that he loved her. But he knew that he couldn't have her, for he was afraid, afraid of hurting her. He began to scribble a long passage onto a serviette. He'd wanted to call her and tell her just how he felt, but he didn't.

But why such a sudden change, after it had all gone so well a few days ago. But, dear reader, that's just how love is, as quick as it comes, if it's not catered for, it leaves. And maybe that's what was happening, for the both of them hadn't spoken in about a week. And so he called her, not to tell her what was on the serviette, but to ask her out on a date.

"Hello?" She asked
" Hi he said. This is Harry, the flower guy?"
"Oh yes! What is it?"
" I..I was just wondering" he paused for a moment to gather up his courage and then finally he said " I was wondering if you'd want to have a cup of coffee later today? Monty's, 5:00pm?"
"Wow! I'd love to!"
He didn't see the need to explain any further.

Why? Why was he setting such high standards for himself . It was all too complicated. But love is demanding and deserves to be passionate. For there are so many mediocre things in life, and love doesn't need to be one of them. He just had to keep swimming.

It was 1:00, then 2:00, then 3,4, and then finally 5:00. Eleanor was right on time. Harry had been waiting since 4:30. Dressed clad in a bow tie, a white shirt, and black trousers. She on the other hand, had her hair tied up in a bun, wearing a pink, flowing dress.

They sat and talked and laughed. And at the end of the evening, Harry found his hands on top of Eleanor's, his eyes staring into her's, with every breath, his head and her's inching forward. But it was at the last moment that the both of them said "I can't." And it was that moment that provoked a break between the two. A break just so the both of then could figure out how they really felt.