“Hello”, was all she said, and he was immediately hers. Of course, she didn’t know that yet, but somehow when she softly spoke that simple word he was captivated. It was as if he felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in his life and all he wanted – more than anything – was to hear her speak more of those simple words to him.
So he asked her for her name and she gave it to him with a smile, and as she walked away he quietly whispered it to himself, as if speaking any louder would awaken him from a dream. Not before long she accepted his offer. He dressed up to impress her and brought her over a flower. That first date turned into two, and then three, before four, and after that he stopped counting because by then she was his.
Between lattes and breakfasts, dinners and laughs, life seemed so wonderful until a thought came that stopped him in his tracks – what if it doesn’t last?
She stopped in the middle of the story she was telling and reached for his hand, “Is everything alright?” He snapped out of his thoughts and nodded his head, and she smiled with that smile she gave him when they met, and yet – to him her smile seemed to not be as bright as he once remembered…
He glanced at his phone and took a look at the time, and he told her he’d take her back home.
“Oh”, was all she said.
He drove her home and kissed her goodbye and she thanked him for the lovely night.
Two days passed and sometime within those forty-eight hours, between work, chores, and the things that fall between, he seemed to care a little bit less about checking on the girl who once told him ‘hello’.
As he laid in bed that night, just before he fell asleep, the darkness of the room was illuminated as his phone lit up with a message.
Are you alright?
Of course he was alright, why was she asking? And with that question her simple words no longer seemed so simple. I’ll call her tomorrow, he thought to himself.
Then tomorrow came and went without a text or call, but he got busy with life and friends and all. Another week passes before he saw her again, and when he finally did she hugged him real tight; but this only triggers in him the reaction of fight or flight. A shift change happens, as she feels him pull away and all night at dinner she wasn’t sure what to say. So, she adjusted her dress, and played with her hair, she said you looked handsome, but you seemed not to care.
By the end of the night when he dropped her off at home, she wore a crooked smile, to offset her sullen tone. “Goodbye,” she simply said.
Then life went on, and the leaves changed colors, he was once again just another fish in the sea swimming along with all the others. But, there’s no point in wallowing, so he went out for the night. He drank beer with the boys and all felt right. And somewhere between all the laughs with the guys, his eyes fell upon a beautiful blonde. She noticed him as he walked up to greet her. He took a seat and made nervous laughter as she gave him a simple hello…