Being alone is the worst feeling to have and if you are reminded of that every day, it will make you long for something that you usually wouldn’t yearn for. I have friends, who started dating when they were sixteen. They all lost their virginity around that time as well. We were popular at high school and always went out as a gang of friends, sometimes with their girlfriends and boyfriends other times without. My friends are mostly players thus the amount of exes grew over the years. They have tried to set me up with girls, except the blind dates usually talked endless about fashion and themselves. Their goals were also having me for the night. I always brought them home without taking the offer of the cup of coffee. What is so special about that? Just sex? I want someone I like, someone I really like. Someone that will hit me hard without me seeing it coming. I guess I’m a dreamer, when it comes to love.
I just had my twenty-fifth birthday and one of my best friends just had a baby. He married his girlfriend just last year and now he has been blessed with a boy. He is happy, has a good job and a family. I have a good job and I used to be happy, but I don’t think I can say I’m happy now or I am only I also feel lonely. All the events, that have happened this past week has let me think about “waiting for the one girl”. Should I still wait for her or have I already met her or maybe worse she has already died! I watched the movie “Lake House” last week with one of my female friends. She was crying, when she saw that ‘the guy’ has died and it made me think about my other half. Maybe that happened to me, the girl I will like and love has already died and I won’t be able to meet her in this lifetime. I became depressed and cried at the end of the movie. Of course my friend thought I cried because of the lovely ending, obviously I wasn’t.
“Hi, I am sorry to bother you but is this your credit card? You left it at the canteen. Are you D. Levi?”
I looked up and I stared at a beautiful lady with long black hair and deep brown eyes.
“Yes, I am Daniel Levi. Nice to meet you.”
What am I saying...?
“Ehmm.. I mean... Thank you for bringing me back my credit card.”
She smiled: “Nice to meet you too, Daniel. I’m Rebecca Romes.”
I took back my credit card and she left.
Many days later, I kept on seeing her during lunch hours and while we got coffee at the coffee machine. We talked about work most of the time. I design graphics and organize pictures with articles for the magazine, so I usually show her some of my designs during lunch. She in return talks about her next article, she writes articles about “eating healthy” for our magazine. The odd thing is, I have never seen her eat fruit as a snack before even though she has written that she does. It made me wonder, what was going on hence I asked one of my colleagues. She told me that Rebecca used to eat a lot of fruit at work, except that changed after she made a pc explode with pomegranate juice. When I heard that story it made me laugh, it actually made my day look much more colorful. I was very cheery that day. I couldn’t stop laughing, each time I thought about it.
Today, I was pressing fresh orange juice for breakfast and decided to make a bit more for later. At work, I saw everyone stress about deadlines and heard that Rebecca wasn’t done with writing her article yet. I headed to her office, she was eating 0% fat chips? I didn’t know why, but I asked her if she wanted pressed orange juice just out of the blue. I went back to my office and thought about fruit, then I took the elevator downstairs and bought a box of various fruits. I have no idea why I did it! I presented it all to her on a tray, fruits in a metal bowl and juice in a glass. If that wasn’t strange enough she shouted thank you in the hall, while I walked back to my office. My face turned red! I have never felt like this before and it made me realize, maybe I’m not that lonely after all.