4A Chapter by Athena writespart 4 of the storyChapter 4 But before the end comes the story, the story of love. How they fell into the other's rhythm, how worlds intertwined and two strangers became soul mates. Yes, sometimes the end is sticky and messy but getting there is like a roller coaster ride to the stars. They met online, like many strangers do. He was bored in a chat room and started posting lyrics to a song he'd once loved. She continued the song and then the conversation started and just kept going. Stories were told and experiences shared; the untold hope of maybe having found love grew quietly. She was the kind who had to be approached quietly or she'd scramble away frantically and somehow he knew just what to say. Somehow he knew when to draw back and let her come to him. He let her know how important she was and also let her know that she was in control. But is it really control if it's been given by someone and they have the right and ability to take it away. Who is really in control then? But these are the games of love, where power and control are misused only when the love has left. Their attraction grew stronger, long online chats became longer phone calls until they decided to meet. Fuelled by insecurities, they made promises of undying friendship no matter the outcome. They'd seen pictures of the other but were worldly enough to know that expectations colour our vision. It was a simple meeting over coffee. They recognised each other immediately, neither as gorgeous as the other had imagined but neither as ugly as the other had dreaded. He was shorter than she'd expected and she was clumsy - he hadn't expected that. But the smiles couldn't be taken off their faces. Their corner in the coffeehouse seemed to be lit up by their happiness. They were talking about everything under the sun and it seemed so natural and effortless and lovely and suddenly they were holding hands. How did that happen? In later years, neither would remember who reached out first. But there it was, his right hand was holding her left. They were suddenly very conscious of every movement, both the other's and their own. But the smiles didn't stop. If anything, they got wider. Their conversation turned into a whisper and they didn't know why. They were still talking about books and movies and music but the tone was soft and sweet. They stopped drinking their coffee because they didn't want to let go of the other's hand or even move. Even getting out of there to go for a walk didn't make them stop holding hands, it seemed natural then. They were walking closer, whispering their conversation and smiling their biggest smiles. It was like they'd discovered an exclusive club. Isn't it funny how every couple feels like they've discovered love for the first time? © 2016 Athena writesFeatured Review
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By Athena writesAuthorAthena writesAboutI'm a lifelong lover of books and have read a lot, mostly so-called crap. Intelligent literary fiction is a little too intelligent for me. But because I have read a lot, everything I write feels like .. more..Writing
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