I-A few years back, someone asked me if I believed in happy endings... I guess I didn't really know what to say until now... But here it goes...
Forty-five minutes ago I walked out those doors, the doors I will never forget... The doors that are permanently etched into my mind.
Let's go back a little further... I need you to understand my answer.
Two years ago I met somebody...
I was sitting in a coffee shop when I first saw him. He had perfect blue eyes; eyes that could hold a thousand oceans and still be the sky, calm water under his long lashes. He had energetic green hair, drawing me towards his personality. He was wearing the simple combination of a t-shirt and jeans, along with some green and white sneakers, the colour matching his shirt.
There was something about this man that drew me in; something I'd never particularly felt before.
I watch as he ducks behind the counter and laces an apron around his small waist, tying it at the back with a double knot. A waiter? Even better... Now just to get his attention...
I was good at this sort of thing, I'd never had trouble picking up a dude or chick before; so how hard could this be? I would just wait for him to come over and ask for his number.
After a few minutes of waiting he finally strolled over. He had that look about him, you know? The look... The I'm perfect but can't see it, look... The even if you told me I was perfect, I wouldn't believe it, look. It was saddening to see such a beautiful human being bare that look.
He finally reached my table, tiny notebook in his hand. He reached up to retrieve the pen from behind his ear, closing one beautiful eye as he did so...
He looked at me sugestively, awaiting my order, but, I had no words... I was so caught up in... Just, just him. Everything about him. His eyes, every feature that he bared. Everything.
I noticed the small blush creeping across his cheeks as I stared, that obviously being the reason. I knew that I was making this awkward and making a fool out of myself along with waisting his time, but as I tried to order my beverage, all I could manage was a shaky,
"B-beautiful..."
His facial features seem to relax a little as he watches me, a now quite noticeable blush spreading to his nose and forehead... I was lost. So, so lost...
"Can, ahh c-can I get you anything s-sir?"
He asked, stuttering with his adorable accent... I couldn't place his accent, but I would never forget it. His voice that is.
"J-just a coke..."
I jumbled my words ordering but who wouldn't. Staring into the deep blue eyes that held the most moon streaked of oceans. Have you ever seen what a deep ocean looks like when the moon hits it... Just below the surface... Yeah, I was drowning...
After this he stumbled back to his post to prepare my order, peaking at me ever few moments. Upon return handing me a large old glass bottle and a folded piece of paper placed delacately to the side...
I unfolded the paper with my heart jumping as a pace I couldn't keep up with, what was written, made my day. Maybe even my future.
Jack x 626 555 2714
Things got better after that day, Jack and I became very close... I will alwayse remember that day in the cafe, like it would be the most importaint day that my life would hold... And it was, and alwayse will be.
I was going to ask him to marry me you know... I was going to ask him as soon as he got off of that work cruise...
Fourty-eight hours ago, I received a phone call... Jack, he... The ocean within his eyes had claimed him. I, the waters swell had taken him... And he, he was gone...
Just
Like
That...
Forty-five minutes ago I walked out those doors, the doors I will never forget... The doors that are permanently etched into my mind.
I left the funaral parlor and found myself rowing. I-i was rowing out on the love claiming ocean that both gave and took so much from me...
It gave me the will to truely love, and then as some sort of sick twisted joke, it took it back... Well... I have something to give it...
To whomever finds this message in a bottle, I am sorry... I just had to tell someone... Hell, this may not reach anyone at all but, at least you have my answer... I... I-i...
I guess the real reason I'm out here is because I needed to see something... See something for myself...
I don't believe in happy endings...
Sincerely, Mark.
As Mark folded the paper and bent it to fit, he placed it inside that large old coke bottle, along with one last item.
Meek reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box...
The box containing what was supposed to piece his future together... He pulled the golden ring from the velvet case and took off his own, tying them together with a small blue ribbon...
Dropping it in the bottle, and screwing the lid shut...
Mark watched as the bottle floated out and over the horizon, against a scene of Orange and red from the fast approaching sun set, and there he sat until the moon awoke and touched its rays to the water...
Mark slid from his little row boat and under the water watching the moon streaked water that he saw in that cafe
One
Last
Time...
And as he took in what would be his last watery breath, he fell in love with that view
All
Over
Again...
