Meant to be
together
Dolores couldn’t
help but feel a little bit sad at this time of the year. Christmas was at the
door, it was freezing outside, children were playing with the snow; some others
were building a happy snowman. The last client had gone. She was about to close
the store, it was now a quarter to eight.
She felt bored
at the thought of spending another Christmas with Tony and his parents. She
liked Tony, but she didn’t love him anymore. Three years had passed since she
met him for the first time in NYC.
At the
beginning, she loved his kindness and he was reassuring for a lost foreigner
like her in a big City such as New York. He was quite conventional, but a nice
and decent guy, the kind of guy she needed at this time. But now, she was
getting tired of her boring daily home routine.
She touched her
hair, mechanically, thinking of how life in her country would have been right
now. Her mind couldn’t concentrate properly; she dropped a coffee cup a client
had left on the table. Her mind was with him.
The handsome mystery man, the
one who had completely vanished from her deli three weeks ago still possessed
her mind.
“Oh, stop
it now, Dolores, you ll probably never see him again.”
Having washed
the last dishes, Dolores was about to get ready to go home. She fitted her hat
on her head; put some lipstick on her lips…The door of the deli opened
suddenly.
He was there, standing in front of her. He was looking
deep into her eyes, searching for some hidden answer. He was smiling nicely,
removing some snow flocks from his hair.
“Hello”, he
said, finally.” It’s been a long time.”
Dolores
froze. She was looking at her lovely stranger, her heart beating at fast rate.
She couldn’t speak, nor could she make any move. She was just staring at him,
lost in translation, lost in admiration, transported by the high feelings of
love.
He
approached her slowly, put his soft hands on her waist; his eyes were diving
into Dolores greenish glance. He stole her soft kiss. He then removed her hat,
caressed her soft, long, blond hair, giving her a passionate French kiss.
“Marry me”,
he whispered. “Please marry me, darling.”
She closed
her eyes. She realized she loved a total stranger. It came to her mind that she
didn’t even know his name. He didn’t know how she was called either…but in this
unique moment, their hearts were melting, glowing in the dark winter night. She
was feeling euphoric.
Dolores
kissed him back and gently whispered: “I ll marry you, my sweet darling.”
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