The Note.

You wake up one day and found out there’s a novel beside your pillow. You are about to ignore it but your mind reminds you that before you sleep you did not read any book at all. Then with some eagerness you tried to examine it, and you noticed the small piece of paper attached in between the cover and the first page. It looks like a note. Yes, it was a note and it reads;

“I would rather have one breath of your hair, one kiss of your mouth, one touch of your hand, than eternity without it.”

You melted, it was Seth of the City of Angels. Then you had to shake your head to know if you are just dreaming. If not him who would it be? Who would be the romantic creature to ever put a romantic note in your bed? Would it be Santa Claus? Nah, Santa gives gifts and not sweet notes, unless Santa has evolved to a romantic guy next door, but Christmas is not that close, so it must not be him. You then hoped it was Edward Cullen, yet it cannot be. Vampires cannot be copycats of Angels.

Reality hit.

The initial below the note speaks so loud. It echoes through your bones. It scared your soul you wanted to vommit from head to toes. The negative thought that once entered your mind came to play again. You wanted to give respect, not to buy the idea,and skip the possibility. You might just as well one paranoid. Yet, your gut feelings was so strong you can’t just ignore them. It cannot be.It should not be. You then pervently prayed it was not real and your intution was wrong.

If it was from a man who was trying to be romantic then you could have been the happiest. But it wasn’t from any romantic.It was from…

How would you feel? How do you handle?

Published in: on March 30, 2009 at 10:06 pm  Leave a Comment  

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