Isn't She Lovely: updates vary

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Love was something unknown to him. He didn’t quite understand the concept of the emotion. In fact, love had no particular meaning to him whatsoever.

Growing up in an unloving atmosphere Coden never understood what people meant by the phrase ‘love’. It was completely foreign territory to him. His parents were never around to give him the love he needed and made up for the lack of it through material items. Money, cars, toys, but never the one thing he needed. Never love.

Even now his parents seemed like myths to him, only coming around once every year. Much like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, his parents were unreal and fake. When he hears about them he can’t help but laugh and say, “Parents? What parents? Those mythical creatures I’m told about? The ones that come around once every year or not at all?”

Love seems to revolve around everyone but him. That’s all he wanted, though. He wanted to feel the way others did when in love. He wanted to feel happy and make someone else happy in the process. 

Lost in his thoughts, he sat in the café for what seemed like an eternity. His steaming cup of coffee had now gone cold and he couldn’t find himself to move from his spot in the comfort of the coffee shop. His job interview was in less than an hour and he knew if he continued sitting there that he would miss it, but he hated the feeling that his stomach gave him every time he tried to rise.

He sat in his seat observing his surroundings. The café was as busy as ever. Everyone was lost in their own worlds. None of them cared about who you were or where you were going. It was all according to their own agendas as to whom they gave their time to and who was irrelevant to their busy lives. They made the choices and as much as Coden enjoyed not giving two cahoots about the people surrounding him he couldn’t help but let the feeling of eternal loneliness pool into his heart.

That’s all he was. Lonely.

Finally getting up he brushed his perfectly ironed slacks off and began his long journey towards his interview. He loved this time of year. When autumn rolls around he felt airy, in a sense, it was almost a calming sensation. He often found himself admiring the different colored leaves and the cool breeze that often blew through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. It was almost as though someone was breathing cool breaths down his neck and that had him feeling a bit giddy inside. 

Sometimes he sat on a bench in Central Park just admiring the leaves fall and feeling the cool caresses of the wind. He often found himself asking why he chose to move to a big city that was always in a rush to one place or another, little did he know it was the same exact reason as Haven, to be able to walk someplace without being judged by the exterior. Needless to say he wasn’t hideous, in fact, he was quite good-looking but that didn’t stop the insecurities from piling up inside his head. Was he not good enough for his parents? Was that why they didn’t love him? Was he good enough for anyone?

So lost in his own inner dilemma he crashed into her. He heard the feminine figure bustle out a quick sorry but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t say anything as he stared into two brown orbs. They were so warm and so pretty. It was as though he had attained sudden life. Her dark brown tresses were quite long and shielded her face. He couldn’t help but notice the little flaws she obviously found so big, enough to hide them. He inwardly frowned to himself and found himself wrapping two arms around her, ignoring the rest of the public.

He grazed her ear with his lips while whispering three words, “You are lovely.”

He then proceeded to unwrap his arms from around the girl’s waist and continue along his way. Looking back one last time, he saw her staring at him with a soft smile etched upon her face. He knew one thing right then, he wanted to see that smile an infinite amount of times.

It may sound crazy and it may be a big city but he was sure he would see the mysterious girl again and that was a fact.

And he knew this wasn’t going to be the last time they met.

© 2014 Tarjani