A short love story about the chances that are given to us and the chances that we take.
by Darwin Taylo
He turned on the bedside lamp. It was 5:25 in the morning. He was naked in his bed, alone. Then he saw a note on the table, lit now by the lamp.
“I had a great night. Saved my number on your phone. Call me if you want to. – Love”
It took him a couple of seconds before he understood that Love was the girl’s name. He checked his phone and found the girl’s mobile number. He dialed it. But it just rang and rang. She didn’t pick up.
He met her in a bar he frequents every weekend. On the night that they met, she wore a very sexy outfit almost revealing her breasts, but she still looked elegant and beautiful. He offered her a couple of drinks and asked her to come with him to his apartment. She didn’t seem to have hesitated.
He didn’t think of her as the girlfriend type though. She seemed a little bit too agressive and playful for him. But she was really good in bed, so he tried to contact her a couple of more times but got no answer.
Thus, he decided to go through his usual routine and go to the same bar the next weekend, hoping to see her there again.
And she was there. This time, wearing another sexy dress, that almost reveals her underwear. He approached her and instantly, she recognized him and kissed him on the lips. They spent the night drinking and dancing with each other, while almost making out on the dance floor. He then invited her over again to his apartment.
He woke up the next morning, still got the hangover from last night, and turned on his bedside lamp. He was naked, and the girl wasn’t there anymore. There was a note on the table.
“I really like you too. I had a great night. See you soon! – Love”
He couldn’t recall if he did tell the girl that he liked her. But he actually did like her so it didn’t matter. He tried to call her number again. With what she wrote on her note this time, it seemed that she wanted to see him again. But she still didn’t pick up.
He went to the same bar the next weekend and saw her there again. They were so busy dancing and drinking that their conversations were limited to sweet compliments to each other and ended with him asking her back to his apartment again.
He woke up wasted the next morning, naked, and the girl wasn’t beside him anymore. He turned on the bedside lamp and as expected, there was a note from her again, beside it.
“I like the way you sleep. You’re like a baby. 🙂 I had a great night. Hope you did too! – Love”
He smiled, and then reached for his phone on the bedside table. He wanted to call her but he decided not to instead. He wanted to stay excited for their next meeting.
There was not one night in the next coming weekends that they did not see each other in that same bar. She never wore the same outfit twice and he felt that she only got sexier and more attractive week after week. They danced endlessly through every night, drank ’till they’re wasted and had awesome sex every time.
He turns on his bedside lamp in all the mornings after and wakes up to find himself alone and naked in his bed. He then finds the notes the girl leaves her with, on the same spot, every time. There was a note for every night they spent together.
“I had a great night! I’m glad you liked my dress. – Love”
“I had a great night! You were so cute in your jacket last night. I wanna see you wear that again next week! – Love”
“I didn’t know you could do those moves! You were so funny. I had a really great night. – Love”
“Thank you for protecting me from that ugly moron last night. I’m sorry you got hurt. I still had a great night though. I hope you did too. – Love”
He didn’t know what she does for a living but he always felt that a girl that awesome could only be doing her passion and exceling on it. He didn’t know anything about her family but he always felt that a girl that sweet could only be blessed with the best family one could ever wish for. He didn’t know her status in life but he always felt that a girl that beautiful could be the poorest girl in the world yet still be the most elegant woman he had ever met. He didn’t know, and he didn’t think he needed to. She was perfect, no matter what.
One morning, his senses were awoken by the sound of a pen scratching on paper. He spent the previous night with the same girl on the same bar and had sex on the same bed. He woke up earlier than usual and he knew that the sound that he heard was the girl writing her note on his bedside table. He slowly and carefully opened his eyes but only just a little, enough to peek through the side of his bed where the bedside lamp is.
He saw her there, sitting on his study chair, all dressed up, with her small bag beside her. Her long dark, beautiful hair was covering her face while she silently scribbles the note she’s gonna leave him with. She paused for a second, and thinking she’d turn around, he immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be fast asleep. He heard her continue her writing and fell back asleep to the sound of it.
He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. It was already 9 in the morning and the sunshine had brighten up his room. He turned to the bedside lamp and looked for her note on the table. But he didn’t see it there. No note.
He felt incomplete the whole week, not reading a note from her for the first time but looked forward to the coming weekend.
He arrived in the bar earlier than usual, excited to spot her in the crowd. But after drinking about ten glasses of his whiskey, already too drunk to walk straight, there was still no sight of her. He decided to go home.
He woke up the next morning, still feeling the hangover from last night, fully clothed and alone. He turned on his bedside lamp. There was no note.
Then he saw the end of a piece of paper peering under his bed. He picked it up and couldn’t explain his feelings while reading her note.
“I had the best night last night. But I think I’m falling for you Derek. I think I’m falling in love with your dance moves, with your snores, with your jokes, with the way you sleep like a baby, with the way you look at me every time like I’m the most beautiful girl, with the way you hold my hand like you don’t ever want to let go, with the security you give me every time I’m worried, with your endless attempts to call my number and talk to me by the time you wake up, and with how you kept all my notes in a box that’s labeled “Moments of Love”. And I’m afraid that if we share more than just great nights together, that we won’t get through the whole of every day with the same excitement and love. I’m afraid that we won’t have great mornings, or afternoons together. But I really had a great night. I hope you did too. – Love”
He read it again. And again. He didn’t understand what just happened. The only thing that entered his mind was the moment he opened his eyes one morning and saw her writing this note. And how things would have been so different if he had only woken up that morning. He could have hugged her, kissed her and assured her to not be afraid. He could have greeted her a good morning.
He didn’t know what to do. Then he thought of something. He reached for his phone and dialed her number. He expected a long series of rings before the sound of the call dropping out.
But after the second ring, he heard her voice on the other line.
He didn’t know what to say.
“Is this Love?”
There was a very long pause. Then she finally responded.
“Good morning Derek.”
Read the prequel – “Noted, Love” – https://kwentongwin.wordpress.com/2016/06/06/notedlove/