Friday 16th of May 2008
Last week was a week of knowing Dove more. She was the typical type of a good girl who'd always get straight A's. Unlike me, she was organized in everything; calculating every risk before taking a decision.
But also unlike me, the only thing she was not organized at was her sleeping schedule. I on the other hand usually sleep extra early and wake before the sun even rises.
She told me about her incredible passion for reading as she believes her imagination can lead her to picture the scenes better than any movie. She said she had a friend who works in a publishing house and he helps her in getting the novels she wants at good prices.
I never had the patience for reading more than three pages. I never understood how she can stay patient for so long but I understood her passion.
I understand what it feels like
to do the thing that soothes and watch all your anxiety fade into nothing. To other people, they are hobbies; but to us, they are the escape to our other universe.
Dove also told me how her parents wanted her to be unique since the day she was born and so they gave her a unique name. "They wanted me to be different, in a good way," and that she was and more.
My last week was full of Dove. I'd come back from work and wait for her to come over and after minutes she would ask if we could go to her place instead as my house is way too messy for having any guests over.
That is why I had asked Dove to help me in reorganizing it before Mr. Smith comes over tomorrow night.
Dove wanted to start right away, "This place needs years to tidy up," She had said. But being me, I decided to wait until today, as this way I won't have a chance to ruin it before my guest arrives.
After I got home from work, I turned the television on and waited for Dove to come over. Typically she finishes work before me so by the time I finish, she's already in her house.
Having spent the last days with Dove was fascinating, however, I still don't know where we stand. It was not clear to me whether I'm allowed to make a move or not.
What I feared was that I'm not the one to wait for a green light when I'm eager. And yes I was eager to know her more and not just as a friend. I don't have any desire to wait for a green light or a sign from her. At the same time, I don't want to scare her off. But I only need to know where I'm standing, instead of putting effort into something that wasn't meant to be in the first place.
I'm never a hasty person when it comes to most of my decisions.
Sometimes, however, I get this urge to follow my heart and see where it leads me. And when this urge comes, I'm usually never want to lose any time.
The ringing of the doorbell pulled me out of my thoughts. I opened the door to see her divine beauty, mesmerizing black hair, blue irises with dilated pupils, unbelievably long eyelashes, and plump kissable lips pulled into the sweetest most assuring smile.
I wrapped my arms around her for a quick hug, "thanks for agreeing to this,"
"It's alright, I owe you anyways," after I pulled back from the hug.
I tried to play it cool, but looking at her now makes my heart slightly race. I couldn't tell what it was exactly about her that I liked, but whatever it was, I desperately needed it in my life.
"Would you like something to drink?" I asked politely. "No, I'd like to get straight to work now." She said enthusiastically. "I'm so excited to make this place a proper living room,"
"Easy there, we're not actually going to clean you know, I just want to remove all the unnecessary stuff –"
"and by that you mean the whole place," She interrupted playfully making me almost laugh, but I held it back.
"very funny, but no, the unnecessary stuff will be moved to my bedroom and I'll keep it inside until Mr. Smith peacefully leaves," I explained to her. "I don't like your plan, we can just tidy up the place,"
"Being me, I know I'm going to mess it up again," I stated honestly. "Well, then I'll help you clean it up again," She said softly.
"But you do know the house isn't just about the living room, yeah?" I spoke hesitantly, "We won't have enough time to clean all the way to where my paintings are."
"Yeah you may be right," She admitted. "Instead of cleaning, we will just clear the way," I said to her. "And maybe some other day, I'll get to really tidy the place up," I promised.
"Well, shall we begin then?" She rubbed her hands together as if getting ready.
"Yeah, let's get started,"
YOU ARE READING
The White Dove
Romance"Doves are nothing but good omens, they always bring man prosperity and love," I remember her words well. I only ever took her words as words of someone who admires their pet. I never believed in omens, as I have never seen one come true before.
