They met, fell in love, and saw each other for the last time, all on the same day- a sunny, brisk, October afternoon. She woke up that morning, knowing it would be an exceptionally good day. He woke up, wanting it to be his last.
After breakfast, she headed out to the grocery store. At the same time, he was starting his morning run. She walked down the sidewalk humming along to a song only she heard, while his heart was breaking with every stride he took. As she was walking, she passed the local coffee shop, and something drew her in. She knew she had to get to the store, but oh, what the hell, a mocha latte was calling her name. She sat down with her drink and opened up her book. Just as she was getting up to leave, the bell on the door rang, signaling someone's entrance. Looking up, she saw a beautiful, distressed face. He walked to the counter, accidentally knocking her book off the table (secretly, it was on purpose- he thought she was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, and was desperate to talk to her). They both knelt over to pick it up, he beat her to it. They laughed, and she invited him to sit with her.
They began talking, and the late morning turned to afternoon, with them still sitting in the coffee shop. They talked about everything. Books, their childhoods, songs that they knew every word to, what they thought about the world...everything. They came to know each other in a way that most married couples have never, and will never experience. While they didn't know each others' names, they could list the other's favorite color, childhood pet's name, and where they had their first kiss. She knew he got the scar just below his left ear from falling off the monkey bars in 2nd grade, and that a girl named Sarah in his class helped him to the Nurse's office. He knew that she fell victim to her first heartbreak in 8th grade, when she was hopelessly in love (or what was thought to be love in those years) with Evan Whiteport and he went to the movies with Jenny Mcduff.
Like I said, the came to know each other well. After their coffees were long gone, they sat at the table, discussing their secret longings and wishes. And in between the laughs and sympathetic silences, they fell in love. I'm not talking love at first sight- no, it was much more than this. They fell more in love with each other with every embarrassing story, every smile, every tear.
She looked at her watch, and knew that she had to go. As much as she wanted to stay and learn more about this b she had to leave. He was sad, but understood. She told him what a wonderful time she had. With a quick, but perfectly long enough kiss on the forehead, he said goodbye. He watched her walk away, knowing he would never see her again. He had no way of knowing how to get a hold of the girl who had saved his life, but that was ok. He was happy; she had given him a happiness he'd been looking for, for months.
She'll never know that in every girl he meets, he looks for traces of her. Anything to remind him of her. But at the same he'll never know that she sleeps with that book, the one he knocked off her table, by her bedside every night.


I don't know how I feel about that one. It doesn't seem right. Unfinished, or something. I don't know. I think it's too long. sifsjfoesf. Oh well. Tell me what you think.