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posted on Jan, 4 2014 @ 09:22 AM
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A Love Story


A storm was coming. Sarah looked out into the night and could see the storm clouds in the distance. One hand on the ground, the other wrapped around her ankle, she surveyed the damage she had done. It was broken, or at least severely sprained. There was no way she was going to able to make it home tonight. No way she was going to be able to make it anywhere. All alone on the side of the road was nowhere for women to be at this hour. Why had she decided to walk home by herself? Her date had offered her a ride, why hadn't she just excepted the offer? Now she was alone and injured. No way to call for help, no one knowing where she was. She was so stupid at times.

The wind was picking up as she looked down the road. It wasn't very well traveled at this time of night. The chance of a passer by giving her aid was slim to none. And no one would come looking for her until she didn't show up for work tomorrow morning. No, she had to figure out how to make it home on her own.

Looking around she spotted a couple of sticks on the side of the road. She picked them up and put one on each side of her ankle. Securing them with her belt, she tried to stand up. The pain was overwhelming, but at least she could stand. Using her umbrella as a walking stick, she slowly made her way down the road. It was another two miles before she would reach her home. If she was lucky, she would get there before the storm broke. If not, well, a little rain never hurt anybody.

Slowly she made her way, cursing herself for being so clumsy and awkward. She had never been one of the graceful beauties that the other ladies were. Always running into people, tripping over nothing, dropping things. It was like she was a two year old just learning how to walk. If she truly thought about it, she never did anything right. Things just didn't come easily for her like it did for everyone else.

Take tonight for instance. This was her first date with Paul. She really liked the guy, she really did. And she was so excited about the date. But as soon as they had sat down to dinner with his friends, she had become bored. The conversation was so dull and self centered. All any of them did was talk about how great they were. How they had achieved so much success and done so many things. Sarah didn't care who had the most things. She didn't care about the shopping and dining and trips people took. It was all pointless, meaningless drabble.

She wanted someone who looked deeper. She wanted someone who saw past all the materialistic things. She thought Paul was going to be that person. But he turned out to be the exact opposite. So worried about his social standing that he couldn't bring himself to just be. He couldn't show them who he really was. She got so tired of the mindless, meaningless conversation, she feigned sickness to get away. And Paul being the gentlemen that he was, only made the slightest protest when she insisted on walking home. Matter of fact, she thought she saw relief in his eyes when she said she had to leave.

It didn't matter, though. Sarah wasn't one who could pretend she liked someone when she didn't. He probably realized she wasn't as in to him as he had thought. And she knew he could tell she didn't like his friends, either. She never was one who could mask her feelings well. It was because she had been so deep in thought that she hadn't noticed the huge pot hole in the road. Because she was thinking about the nights events that she had stepped into it, her ankle exploding with pain as she lost her footing and fell to the ground. And because she could never keep her head out of the clouds that things like this happened to her all the time.

If only she could find someone who thought like her. Someone who saw past all the socializing and posturing of the world. Someone who lived on the outskirts of society, just like she did.

The rain had just started to fall as Sarah unlocked her door and entered her house. She put ice on her ankle and sat in front of the fireplace deep in thought. Tomorrow she would go to the doctor. But tonight all she wanted to do was drink a glass of wine and head to bed.


****


Michael had just dropped off his date for the night. This would be the last time he ever took this girl out. He had a two date rule normally. It wasn't that he never wanted to date anyone more than that. It was mostly because after two dates, he got bored. The constant socializing and mindless babble that came out of their mouths was just too much. Sometimes it was so bad he wouldn't even call them after the first date.

He had made an exception with this girl though. He thought he had found someone with some substance. He thought she had more to offer than just a pretty face. It wasn't until tonight that he realized she was just like everyone else. She showed her true colors and they weren't at all what he thought they would be. He should of known that anyone who spent so much time and energy to look as good as she did was all about the mighty dollar. That what truly mattered to her was how much he had in his checking account, not who he was inside.

He didn't care too much though. It's not like he expected to find his soul mate by picking up girls at a bar. He wouldn't even be going out if it wasn't expected of him. Matter of fact, there had been a few years that he hadn't dated at all. But he couldn't stand the constant harassment he got from his friends and family. So, he dated about once a month to keep them off his back.

Driving home, his thought about his evening. They had went out with some friends for dinner. After twenty minutes at the table, he got bored. The whole conversation was revolving around how much money Penny had spent shopping that day. Michael didn't care whether or not she had gotten her Gucci purse for a steal. He could give a crap if she found designer shoes at the thrift store. These things didn't matter, and even though he feigned interest, he found something else to do while she talked.

Looking around the restaurant, he saw all the people there, smiling and laughing across the table from one another. He wondered how many of them truly cared about the conversations they were having, or if they all were faking it too. He noticed at least one person that was truly, utterly bored. It was so obvious as she searched the room for escape. She played with her napkin, fidgeted in her chair. And it wasn't long before he saw her touch the arm of her companion, whisper in his ear, then leave the restaurant. He wondered what she had said. Did she tell him that things weren't going well or did she offer up an excuse to spare his feelings?

He wished he could go with her, longing to leave this world of superficial people behind. But he was stuck here, having initiated the date in the first place. It would be rude for him to cut the evening short and ruin the night for everyone. So he endured the rest of it. Smiling and offering input when needed, but not truly listening to a word that was being said.

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posted on Jan, 4 2014 @ 09:26 AM
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As he drove home, thoughts of the women from the restaurant filled his head. He had never seen her before, and he was curious about her. Why he would care was beyond his comprehension. She wasn't the best looking girl in the restaurant that night, although she wasn't ugly by any means. But there was something about her, the way she carried herself that he liked. And when he looked into her eyes as she passed his table, he just felt they had connected somehow. There was something there, he was sure. Or at least there could be. Something he couldn't put his finger on, something real and sincere.

Just as he entered his home, the rain started to fall. Had he been two minutes later, he would have been caught in it. What did it matter though, a little rain never hurt anybody. He started a fire and poured himself a glass of wine. Sitting deep in thought, he decided he would try to find out who she was tomorrow. But for now, all he wanted was to drink his wine and head to bed. The day had been long and he was truly tired.

****

It had been a few weeks since Sarah had taken her fall. She got her cast off today and she couldn't wait to get things back to normal. Not being able to go anywhere or do anything was getting to her. She longed to go for a walk on the beach, find a cozy spot and work on her writing while she listened to the waves crash against the shore. This was almost a daily ritual for her. But because of her ankle, she couldn't walk in the sand. And as soon as the cast was off, that was where she headed.

Paul had never called her after that night. Sure, they would see each other from time to time. But nothing more than a civil exchange was given. A nod of the head and smile as they walked past each other. He was already dating someone else she had been told. No matter though, he wasn't the one her heart longed to be with. She didn't exactly know who was the one right now, but she knew it wasn't him.
As she made her way down the path to the beach, she thought about that night. She was on her way out the door when she had locked eyes with a man. It was only for a second, but somehow, she felt connected to him.

There was something about him, the way he looked at her, that caused shivers to run down her spine. She felt that this was someone who she wanted to know. Someone who she could share her thoughts and feelings with. She had wanted to stop and talk with him, and she did pause in her stride for a second. But she had already told Paul she was feeling ill. It wouldn't have looked right to stop and converse with someone else when she was too sick to continue her evening with her date. So, she kept walking, but held his gaze for a few moments as she did so.

She shook the thoughts out of her head as she navigated a more hazardous part of the path. There was no reason to even think about him, anyways. The chances of them ever seeing each other again was remote. Too many people lived in this city. And Sarah wasn't one to take part in socializing. She purposely stayed away from the meat markets that most people frequented. They made no sense to her. She knew that whoever this man was, he was more than likely out of her reach.

But that was o.k. At least they had shared a moment. Two strangers connecting deeply for a few seconds. Knowing each other more completely in that few seconds than most people know themselves after a lifetime. Still, she couldn't get him out of her head. No matter how she tried, his face was engrained into her memory, his eyes all she saw when she closed hers at night.

She found her way to a rock that sat high above the ocean on the shore. The view was beautiful and she climbed up to the top, finding a little crevice she could hide herself in. She laid back and looked up at the sun, feeling the warmth of it envelop her body. Deciding it felt too good to move, she laid there for awhile, letting the sun warm her face and just enjoying the moment. A feeling of peace and serenity took her over as she watched the seagulls fly overhead.

****

Michael had been looking for the women from the restaurant for weeks. He had found out her first name, but no one knew much about her beyond that. She was a loner, never really cared for socializing much. She lived on the east side, owned her own home. She was a book editor, but no one knew what company she worked for. She was the biggest mystery he ever had to solve. And thoughts of her were taking over his life. He had only saw her once, it was no more than seconds. Why was she the only thing he could think about now? It was like there was some invisible force pushing on his very soul. She had become the only thing that mattered in his life anymore.

Every time he tried to think logically about the situation, his mind would go back to that night. Those beautiful eyes that looked deep into his soul. No, he had to find her and it had to be soon. He was told that she sometimes visited the beach. Every day for the past two weeks he had been going out there. Hoping that luck would favor him each day. But he never saw her there.

As he walked the shore, he decided today would be the last time he would come here. He wasn't going to keep searching for this woman like some crazy person. He was going to have to let go, fate would have to do its job. He could no longer spend every waking moment thinking and searching for her.

He stops at a rock high above the ocean and looks out to shore. The sun warms his face and a feeling of peace and serenity fills him as he watches the seagulls fly overhead. Taking a drink from his water bottle, he continues his walk along the beach, keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of her.

To be continued....


Thanks,
Blend57



posted on Jan, 4 2014 @ 10:02 AM
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I really enjoyed this so far.


To be continued....


Yes please...



posted on Jan, 5 2014 @ 06:16 AM
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****

The next few weeks were pretty hectic for Sarah. Her mom had come to visit and she was forced to show her around the town. She loved seeing her mom, they were very close. But she hated having to go into the city so much. Her mom planned everything she did and everyday they had somewhere to go, something new to see. Tonight they were going to the ballet. Although Sarah hated most of places they went, she loved the ballet. The dancers were so graceful, so beautiful as they performed. Something Sarah always wished she could be.

Sarah never dressed up for anything. She loved to wear comfortable clothes that made her feel good. Most of the time she would wear a pair of shorts and a sweater. But tonight was different. You were expected to dress formal at this event. Looking through her closet, she pulled out a simple, short skirted red dress. The back was open down to her waist, the front plunging into a deep v. Just far enough down to make a man wonder, but not so far as to leave no doubt. Spaghetti strapped and form fitting, it showed off all of her best features.

As they took their seats in the balcony, Sarah leaned over the edge to watch everyone else enter. In her heart she knew why she was so interested. It wasn't because she was excited about being there, although she was. It was because she was searching for him. It seemed everywhere she went she kept looking for him, she couldn't help herself. Every moment was a new opportunity for her to find him. Every day she held onto the hope that she would see him on the street, get a chance to look into his eyes once more.
She knew it was pointless, she knew the odds of seeing him again was a million to one. But she was driven, something deep inside her wouldn't let it go. And it was odd, really, that such a small encounter with another person could make such a huge impact. But somehow she knew, this man was going to be worth it. That if she ever found him again, he would be the one.

The last few people were entering the theater as the lights dimmed. Sarah sat back in her chair and waited for the show to start. As soon as the curtains went up, she watched intently as the dancers weaved their magic.

****

Michael was in for a treat tonight. He had been waiting for the ballet to come to town for months. The tickets were some of the hardest to obtain, but he had managed to get some great seats. It was going to be hard to pick someone to go with though. All his friends had dates already and he didn't really feel like enjoying it with just anyone. He decided to call his sister and see if she had any plans. At least she wouldn't expect him to entertain to her. She would allow him to just sit and enjoy the show.

The Ballet had always been something he enjoyed, even as a child. His mother and father would go, leaving him with a sitter until one day, he was finally old enough to go with them. He remembered how magical his first show was. The dancers were performing the Nutcracker, and he had been completely hypnotized by them from the moment they stepped onto stage. His mother said it was the very first time she ever saw him sit quietly for so long.

He looked down at his watch as he sat in his sisters living room, waiting for her to be ready. They were going to be late. He hated to be late. While waiting, his thoughts turned to the girl. Would she be there? People had told him that she loved the fine arts. Maybe he would see her. A chill ran up his spine as he thought about her.

How could he even feel this way? It was only one look, a few seconds in time, nothing more. He just couldn't get her out of his head. He needed to see her again. He knew she was the only one who could make him whole, make him complete. Could two people be so destined to be with one another, that one look is all they needed to know how they felt? Did she even think about that night, replay it over and over again in her mind like he did? Or had she never given it a second thought, moved on with her life, never felt the connection. He didn't think so, the feeling was too powerful to be one sided. He knew in his heart that she felt it too.

As soon as his sister was ready, they headed off to the ballet. She looked beautiful in her slinky black spaghetti dress. It had dark gray flowers printed on it. Michael had brought it for her last Christmas. Her hair put up in a bun, held in place by a small diamond studded butterfly, she would surely turn many heads at the ballet.

One of the last couples to enter, the lights had just been dimmed as they walk through the door. There was no time for him to search the room and look for her, they had just barely made it to their seats before the curtain went up. No matter, he would look for her at intermission. The lights would be on and he would be able to search through the sea of faces more clearly.

Michael sits back to watch the show, waiting for the curtain to go up, he pushes the girl to the back of his mind, intent on enjoying the performance.


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posted on Jan, 5 2014 @ 06:18 AM
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****

Sarah waited patiently to use the ladies room. It was the only part of the ballet she hated. She always had trouble making conversation while waiting in line. Feeling awkward once more, she stood quietly and listened to the conversations going on around her. Some of the girls looked so stunning in their formal dresses. Like models fresh out of a magazine. Although she was quite sure some of them were models, she knew not all of them could be. She fidgeted in line, shifting her weight from one foot to another, feeling more and more inadequate as she looked around at all the beautiful women.

The woman next to her was striking. Dressed in a slinky black spaghetti dress with dark gray flowers on it. Her hair held in place with a diamond butterfly. Sarah wished she could be as beautiful as her. They made small talk with one another as they waited. Sarah actually enjoyed the conversation. The woman was quite real and honest, a rare trait to be found in people now a days. They both had a fondness for books and through talking, Sarah found out the woman wanted to attend the private auction of rare books that was being held next week.

Sarah got her name and contact information. Through her work, Sarah had gotten tickets to the thing. She was going to bid on a few books there. One of them being an original copy of Emerson. Promising to call her with the details, Sarah exchanged numbers with the girl and headed back to her seat.

On her way back, she was pushed into a man standing next to the door. She had almost fell, but someone had managed to keep her upright, steadying her by grabbing her arm. When he touched her, she felt the energy flow through her, she knew it was him. Looking over her shoulder, she tried to find him, but there were too many people headed back inside. It was so crowded, she couldn't even turn around to get a better look. It was no use, she was being ushered into the theater by the huge crowd of people and she had no other option but to comply.

Making her way back to her seat, she had to fight to keep the tears from flowing. It felt like fate was playing such a cruel joke on her right now. He had been so close, he had touched her. She knew it was him even though she never saw his face. The feel of his hand on her arm, her bodies reaction to it. This was the man from the restaurant, she was sure. Did he feel it too? Did he ever think about that night in the restaurant, when their eyes locked? Or had he just gone on with his life, never giving it a second thought? She knew he had felt the connection, she saw it in his eyes. Would they ever find one another? Or was this going to be a sad story of lost love?


****

Michael headed for the rest room at intermission. This was the only part of the ballet he hated. Making his way through the crowd, he searched for her, somehow knowing she was there. He was looking out at the crowd, absently putting his hand out to steady a girl as she stumbled on her way back into the theater. As soon as he touched her, he knew who it was. The energy flowed through him, a hot tingly sensation that filled his whole body within seconds.

He tried to hold on to her arm. But the flow of the crowd was too fierce. It pulled him out of the theater, while the opposite side pulled her in. He maneuvered his way into the other group, nothing else on his mind but finding the girl. He thought he saw her once, but by the time he had made his way to the door, she was gone. His heart filled with sadness as he realized he had lost her. He was just about to search the balcony seats when his sister joined him. A huge smile on her face as she relayed her encounter with a woman in the rest room. Michael was only half listening, still scanning the crowd.

As the last few people headed back into the theater, the lights dimmed and his sister took his arm, steering him back to their seats. He would try one more time when the show was over. If he stood at the exit, was the very first person out, there was no way he would miss her again.

To be continued...

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Blend57

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posted on Jan, 6 2014 @ 09:39 AM
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I'm loving this. It brought me to some good tears.
Very powerful.
Bravo and can't wait for more!!!!!
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posted on Jan, 7 2014 @ 05:30 AM
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****

Sarah wipes the tears from her eyes as the final scene of the ballet comes to an end. Her mother thought that she was crying because the show was so moving, which was partly true. But there was more to it than that. She was having a very hard time even focusing on the stage. Her eyes kept scanning the theater, hoping to find the man who she knew was there, needing to connect with him once more.

As she gets up to leave, her mother places a hand on her arm, pulling her in the opposite direction of the door. Not wanting to go, but seeing the huge smile on her mom's face, she follows. They head down the corridor to the right, making their way to backstage. A security guard stops them at the door and her mom pulls out two passes for him to examine. After a few seconds they were let through.

There were dancers everywhere, all the backstage crew as well. People were mingling and talking in small groups all over the place. Normally, she would have loved to be there, meeting all the people that made such magic happen on the stage. But tonight there was only one person she wanted to see. And he was definitely not hanging out back here.

She could tell her mom had put a lot of thought and effort into the night. Sarah didn't want to hurt her feelings, after all, on any other night, this would have been a dream come true. So she feigned happiness and excitement, mingled with the dancers and crew, pretended to have a great time.
It was late when they left the theater, they stayed there well past midnight. And by the time it was all over, Sarah was happy she had stayed. It was the best gift her mom could have given her, she was truly grateful to her.

When she got home, she poured herself a glass of wine. Sitting by the fire she thought about the nights events. Her heart skipped a beat as she replayed the man touching her arm in her head. Chills ran through her body, touching her very soul. There was definitely something there, she knew it. Just that one touch alone was enough to tell her that.

She wanted to see him again, that was for sure. But how could she make it happen, how could she do it? She decided to call one of her old friends and see if she could find out more about him. This girl was at every party, every dance club, everywhere anything was happening you could find her there. Tracy knew everyone who was anyone and if this guy even somewhat socialized, Tracy would know who he was.

****

Michael was the first one up and out of his seat when the show ended. He rushed towards the exit and was the first one out the door. His sister had a hard time keeping up with him, telling him to quit rushing her as he pulled her by the arm into the street.

Flagging down a taxi, he shoved some money in the man's direction and planted his sister firmly in the back seat. Once she had gone, he quickly took up a position at the door, waiting anxiously for the other theater goers to start coming out.

What would he say to her when he saw her? Would he have to say anything at all, or would both of them just know? He had visions in his head of their eyes meeting, her walking straight into his arms, him holding her tightly to his chest. He replayed the scene many, many times in his head as he waited for her to come out.

The theater people came out in waves, he had to quickly scan each and every face in order to make sure she wasn't one of them. His confidence lessening each and every time he saw she wasn't in the group. The groups kept getting smaller and smaller, his hopes of seeing her getting smaller and smaller as well. Finally, after almost an hour of waiting, he realized he had missed her again.

He was so disappointed. His heart was aching for this woman. He knew she was there, he felt her. But somehow, someway, he had missed her again. Michael walked back to his car, deflated. This was all just getting to be too much. He couldn't take all the deep emotions he was having for her.

Maybe it wasn't as magical as he thought. Maybe everything he was feeling and had felt was just a lie. Maybe he wanted to find true love so badly, he had dreamed up this whole thing. Running a hand through his hair, he jumps into the car and pulls off angrily down the street.

Once home, he pours himself a stiff drink and downs it in one gulp. As he fills the glass again, he dials Tracy up and asks her out. No, the best way to get a woman out of your head was to put another one in it. And he knew that Tracy was just the girl to do the job.

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posted on Jan, 7 2014 @ 05:34 AM
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****

It had been a week since the ballet. Her mom had left and Sarah was enjoying some well deserved alone time. She had called the girl from the ballet and they were going to meet for lunch before the auction. This was going to be so much fun, she had been looking forward to it all week.

Just before she got into the shower, Lauren called to see if she could bring her brother with them as well. She said he had a fondness for books and had wanted to get a ticket to the event, but wasn't able to. Sarah though about it for a moment. She didn't think the girl was trying to be rude, otherwise she would have said no right away. But she would have to do some quick talking at the door in order to get all three of them in. Still, she knew she could get him in if she wanted to, it would be pretty easy actually. She told Lauren it wouldn't be a problem and firmed up the meeting time and place.

Dressed in casual attire, she grabbed the tickets and headed out the door. They were having lunch at a place close to the auction house. It was a popular place and she knew if they missed their reservation they would be waiting for an hour or more to get in. She had arranged to meet Lauren there, then drive over to the auction house together.

****

Michael had been in a foul mood all week. Having little to know patience for anybody, he had fired two of his staff members already, working on a third when his sister called to talk. She said she had tickets to the book auction for today and was going with a friend. He had wanted to go to the thing, there were several books he wanted to buy for his collection. Realizing that if he stayed at work, he would likely have no staff left by the end of the day, he agreed to go.

They were meeting at a popular restaurant for lunch and he had to leave quick if he was going to make it on time. Barking some orders to his remaining staff, he grabbed his suit jacket and headed out the door. He saw his assistant breath out a sigh of relief as he entered the elevator to leave.

He used the valet service and walked up to the entrance of the restaurant, waiting outside for his sister and her friend. It was a beautiful day, had he been in a better mood, he would have enjoyed it more. But his thoughts were where they always were, on the girl. Shaking his head back to reality, he sees his sisters car pull up at the valet. Waving as she gets out, he smiles and walks to meet her. Embracing her in a big brotherly hug when he does. She says her friend should be here any minute and they go sit at the entrance, waiting on the bench outside for her to show up.

It was only a few minutes before his sister stood up and waved at her friend. He had been facing the opposite direction, but he could feel her behind him. He took a moment to get himself together before he turned around.

****

Sarah was right on time as she pulled up to the valet. Grabbing all her stuff out of the car, she headed to the restaurant entrance. She spotted Lauren sitting with her brother on the benches outside. She smiled and waved a greeting. The moment she got close to them, her skin started to tingle. Wave after wave of chills ran up and down her spine. Although the man hadn't turned around yet, she already knew who he was. Trying to get her composure back, she slowed her pace up a bit. How was she going to be able to keep from jumping into this man's arms?

She waited for him to turn around, eager with anticipation. Would he recognize her from the restaurant? She knew as soon as he turned around she would know from his eyes. If everything had been one sided, if everything had been in her head, how was she going to keep the tears from flowing? She hastily came up with an excuse in her head for if things didn't go well. She would feign sickness, tell them she just came by to give them the tickets, and walk away from the whole thing.

As she walked up to the couple, she stood just behind him, forcing him to turn around and look directly into her eyes. She could feel the electricity flow between their two bodies. There was no way he couldn't feel it too. Wanting to touch him, she fought against the desire. It took every ounce of self control she had in order to do so. Smiling at Lauren, she waited for the introduction. He would have to turn around then, have to face her. And she would know, finally truly know if he felt it too.

****

Michael waited until the last moment to face the girl. He was too nervous to move. Didn't know what to say or do. His hands were sweating and his body felt like it was going to explode with the anticipation. Would she jump into his arms? Would he finally be able to touch her, hold her as he had dreamt of so many times at night. He thought back to the ballet, the scene he had replayed over and over in his head. Would that be how this whole thing would go down?

She stopped just behind him, out of his line of sight. He could feel the energy flowing from her, it consumed him. It was all he could do to keep from turning around and taking her in his arms. This was it, this was the moment he had longed for. This would tell him if he was just plain crazy, or if there was something between them. If it didn't go well, he would simply say he forgot he had a meeting he needed to attend and would quickly exit the scene. There was no way he was going to stay if she didn't feel it too.

A few seconds before his sister could make the introduction, he turned to face her. Their eyes locked immediately and he knew instantly that she felt the same way too. He picked up her hand and held it in both of his, fighting with all his strength to keep from pulling her close. This was the woman he had been searching for all his life. This was the person who finally made him whole, he just knew it. He leaned in and whispered his name in her ear, afraid that if he spoke out loud, the moment would be lost. He felt her breath on his neck, smelled her perfume. She was intoxicating. He softly kissed her check, lingering there for a few seconds before he pulled away.

****

As he turned around, Sarah immediately saw it in his eyes, he felt it too. It was everything she could do to keep from jumping into his arms. She knew this was the one she had been searching for all her life. This was the man who would finally make her whole. As he took her hand in both of his, her body started to shake. She fought with every part of being to maintain control. When he leaned in to whisper his name in his ear, she felt his breath upon her skin, smelled his cologne. He was so intoxicating. He pulled away from her, but not before he brushed his lips across her cheek. She had never felt so loved and complete in all her life.

He dropped one of his hands from hers, but kept the other firmly in place. She didn't mind, she never wanted to let him go again either. Both of them turn to look at his sister, who was obviously extremely confused. After a few moments, a look of understanding came across her face. She leaned in to hug her brother and smiled at Sarah.


Sarah and Michael never left each other's side after that. They spent every waking moment together. Their love only grew deeper and stronger throughout the years. They often talk about the way they met, how fate had been so cruel at first. But the best part of the story is how eventually, true love found a way.

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posted on Jan, 7 2014 @ 10:53 AM
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That truly was really beautiful my friend. I think you have a lot of power of emotion behind this story and I felt it and it brought me to tears.
Thanks for writing and sharing this one. I really enjoyed the read. I saw it all in my head and it was very nice and romantic, so sweet and loving.



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