THE AGE OF LOVE

CHAPTER 3

My mind is full of wander, is it real or is it again the same repeated dream of the mysterious man, which haunted me all my life?
In all my 32 years i had lived my life in that dream, I give myself every night to same illusion, I surrender my love in that agony every single night for so many years!!!!!
In my dream i am abandoned and left behind alone by the beloved one ,over and over again!!!
Waking up from that state of madness of uncertainty i noticed now my hair is fully soaked and water dripping from my clothes,my full body is like marble.
Ash colored line started to make apparition on my limbs, sign i had to go inside,the clothes are soaked with water and my body is freneticaly trambling.
In heavy and delusional slaw walk somehow i managed to reach the door of the library , were Mister Lupescu was waiting for me eager to know what brought me in this state.
-Ana for God sake what's going on with you!?
-I thought i saw something outside, I had to have a look.
-Ana nothing is there, on this weather only the ghosts are courageous enough to wet themselves!
-Come back side, you mad girl ,you'll get a flu, you're cold as ice, now must to worm you're self!!!!
-Thank you Mister Lupescu!!!..is all i could mutter!
I slowly get back to side room, with an angry man behind me lecturing how to become in my senses.
After i get new clothes from my Mst.Lupescu and a warm fluffy white knotted blanket i got a cup of warm delicious chamomile tea and sunk in the antique mahon chair blended with golden stripes on the both arm holders.
I try so hardly to think that is just in my mind again all, is just the dream of him i created as real ,but in the same time that perfect smell that involves all my pores and my senses i ,definitely have to find the blend among my mixtures back home .
About my closes friend, Mister. Radu Lupescu, is the door man for 20 years now at the Library, he is an 45 years old man ,tall ,big muscular shoulders, with dark hair grimed by the ravishing white strips ,his defined beard which is contouring his masculine ferm jaw and big black feline eyes so glassy, looking like as if an wild animal cought in the spotlight of a car in the darkest of night. He has this long powerful hands full of mystic tattoos ,which made his neglected look to seem so attractive for numerous ladies over the decades.
Passionate of reading every novel and every single artefact of wolves, actually his all appearance is like a lonely wolf, always a man of few words, lonely walker at nights of full moon but behind all this he has this gentleness and calm and extraordinary native spirit deep inside of his soul.
After i dried myself and warmed enough my body i noticed how time flies and my duty was over ,i left the room and i reached at the main door to Mst.Lupescu:
-Thank you ,i have to go up and close the library now, to be able to go home. I said running up the stairs.
-Okay Ana, close the lights also and come straight down, this night I'll take you home!!He said looking stranger then usual, I nodded as yes and i climb the stairs on an empty library ,i gadder the books and i put all back on shelves in their usual order.
After half an hour i had finished and off the lights and i went down:
-I am ready to go home now and i am at the arm of the most beautiful gentlemen!!!..i said in a playful manner, with a slight smile.
-Common young lady, let's take you home, if we can find it today! ..he said jokefully.
We took our jackets after closing the door and we left letting the night lights opened, leaving behind us that mystical of library showing even more from her splendor and grandeur ,meanwhile Mst.Lupescu offered me his manly arm and i grabbed it, feeling the most confident and protected girl in the world in this moment despite that my soul at his core is still shaking uncontrollable.
We look back for couples of minutes contemplating at the most beautiful monument of history illuminated same as the minds of the geniuses filling her masive wooden shelves .
-Beautiful isn't it!!??I said in the most admiring way possible.
-Extraordinary!!!????And you can see how amazing jobs we have, we are part of this sanctuary, the home of so many thoughts and ideas of genius!
Seeing this we understandbetter why the devil itself can't touch the noble arts !Mst.Lupescu said in a deeper thoughts of admiration.
-Are we really that lucky???We must have done something so good to be here!!!???I said in a calm mood.
-Ana, we have done ,what we need it to at time!!!Mst. Lupescu said out of this world in his deep thoughts.
-What have we done? What you mean!!!???I said in complete confusion.
-Ah,is nothing my mouth gives voice to my thoughts!!!!and common now let's get you home it's late already. Mst.Lupescu said in a state of awakening like; sending the feeling his soul is not with me right now.
After a while we reached at my house near the end of the town, a place isolated far from the crowded city and every day world.
My house is simple with a small garden full of plants and flowers specially roses, with a white alley marked by the bushes of basil with their drowning beautiful smell ,and a white swing raptured in vine lives in which i contemplate to the beautiful Carpathian mountains and they're mysterious forests, home for so many tales and legends.
The decoration of the house is a combination of shabby chic and Romanian traditions, home made knitted decorative things ,artefacts from my ancestors and antiques gathered true the years, all combined with the smell of my oils and plants .
I must to admit that i posses a fascination for potions and mixtures extracted from mother nature,a healing touch in the time of need.
I always say that for each disease God created a cure in plants, just you need to find the right one for you.
I made few steps and i reached the door i unlocked it then i asked to my companion of road in a gentle warm voice:
-Mst.Lupescu you want to come for a cup of tea or lemonade the one you adore it? I said with full heart.
-With pleasure my dear, but is late and you need to rest now and is long way back, another time will come for that delicious lemonade of you'res ,he said in a belief.
-Another time then, and thank you for bringing me home ,i always feel safe with you!!!!I said in a thank you mode.
-Should be like that!!!he said in confidence mood.
I just turned and unlocked my door, i waved one more time while watching how Mst.Lupescu is disappearing in the beauty of the night.
I entered the house were a beautiful smell emanated from my plants, mixtures and fragrant oils are invading my nostrils.
Once i entered i made fast a shower ,changed in night comfy clothes and i reached in the kitchen and prepared a coco with milk flavored of hazelnuts and one big slice of tiramisu home made by me, and i start reading my book ,,The Violin, ,.,
Sunken in the sofa staring at the ceiling i try to closed my eyes and images of the day started rolling in my mind ,the rain, the street covered by the carped formed from dead leaves, and that breathing smell of the dark mysterious but yet so alluring man .
All what happened today it affected me so deeply it touches the deepest core of my soul, the feeling that this man, this shadow gives to me, is like nothing i have ever felt as if he ouns me completely.
The strange need to help and protect him always, feels to me like he is completely lost in the deepest pit in this huge cold darkness, alone and naked with his head bowed in despair, this soul needs my rescue, my comfort, the healing touch and the warm embrace of love, of care,of devotion, my mere equal half searched for lifetimes .
My heart and my senses craving for his touch to give it all to him and in that state i closed my eyes even stronger as i surrender myself to the wings of sleep ,with the feeling of imagination carrying me on to the land of dreams.
Oh, how i wish that one day i could be able to see his eyes, to have that taunting smell inside of my blood for eternity.
How i can feel that this man with all his darkness he is pleading with his hands up like a child to be loved and just me i know his heart ,by blood and soul.
His entier being is craving for me Ana Constantin just a librarian girl,a mere human not so pretty either, strange but somehow I just know it!!!!!!!