Writing To Remember

He Gave Her Hope

his beard was well-trimmed, his shirt eternally spotless, and he had on a fine watch. one that would've cost an arm and a leg. he walked into the store, eyes glimmering and telling tales of old. he had an air of wisdom, and that shrouded her judgement of him.

she wished she could take back all those sleepless nights, pining over the man that would never be hers, while he walked into the store, day after day, month after month, to get his daily fix of caffeine.

as she worked her last shift at the coffee shop, she wondered if she should leave a number, a sign, anything - that would help her get closer to this tall, handsome and mysterious stranger. she longed for firsts and lasts with him. after all, he was the only man that ever caught her eye. all the others were simply boys. boys she cried over but she knew were never meant to be. with him, she felt a new beginning. and it wasn't the new job from new york city talking. no one, not even him, had to know that she used to get kicks out of flings. this was her chance to find new love. a love that didnt know about her history, a love that could give both of them a chance at a leap of faith.

so she did.

and he called back. she jumped on her bed ecstatically after his charming voice graced the mediocre plastic speaker of her phone. she didnt know what to think, but she has been eternally grateful. the stars aligned for once in her favour, and she had a chance to love who she chose to. for once she didnt spread her legs for nothing.

until he said,"hey, love, gotta tell you something,"

"sure, anything, honey"

"my wife cant find out about us."