Short Story

Noted, Love (Prequel)

A short love story about the chances that we take and the chances that are taken from us.

by Darwin Taylo

She turned on the bedside lamp. It was 5:25 in the morning. She was naked in her bed, alone. Then she saw a note on the table, lit now by the lamp.

“I had a great night Love! I hope you did too. I’ll call you. – Prince”

It took her a couple of seconds before she remembered what happened the previous night. She has drunk more vodka than what she normally drinks and was wearing a very sexy outfit, sexier than what she normally wears. She caught him looking at her from the other end of the bar. He was looking so elegantly handsome and sexy. They exchanged intimate looks, made out on the dance floor and then he asked her to come home with him. She instead offered her place and they had sex on her apartment.

She had already given up on her quest for love. Every single guy that she had met only wanted her for a single night. Not one stayed for breakfast. Not one even asked for her name, or phone number. Not one even left a note.

Not one, but him.

She couldn’t believe what she just read. Then her phone rang.

She stared at it, so long that it rang five more times before the call dropped.

She then looked at the number that called. It was an unknown number. She wasn’t certain but she still saved it under the name Prince.

Her phone didn’t ring again the following days after that. She just then decided to go to the bar again that next weekend, hoping to see him there.

And he was there. This time looking more elegant and handsome than the previous week. He smiled at her and instantly came to her the moment he saw her. They shared stories about their lives and kissed and danced and made out on the dance floor. It ended with him asking her to spend the night back in her apartment.

She woke up the next morning, still feeling wasted from last night, naked, and the guy wasn’t beside her anymore. She turned on the bedside lamp, and saw a note on the table.

“I really like you Love. I hope you feel the same. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay long. I had a great night! See you soon! – Prince”

Then she felt her phone vibrate. ‘Prince’ was calling.

She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know if she could tell him the same sweet words this early on. She didn’t know what to say, or ask, or talk about.

After the fifth ring, the call dropped.

They saw each other again the next weekend, drank until they’re wasted, danced until they ran out of dance moves and made love like it’s their first time. This went on the next following weeks and she felt that she only grew more attached to him weekend after weekend. At first, she wanted him to stay until the morning after and wake up beside each other. But then she also started loving the excitement and happiness his notes gave her every time she wakes up from a hangover, turns on the bedside lamp and finds them beside it.

She felt she had already met the prince of her life. And that the day would soon come, when they’d both be waking up on each other’s arms, with so much love that the light of day would be eager to welcome them in all the mornings of their lives.

One night, although drunk and wasted, after they had danced and made out on the same bar and made love on the same bed, she tried to keep herself awake and decided not to sleep until he wakes up so that she could greet her a good morning and finally confess her love to him. She planned to tell him that she’s ready to commit and spend the rest of her life with him. She sat on the bedside table, held his hand and watched him snore. It was not long though when she started dozing off to sleep as well.

She woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. It was already 9 in the morning and the sunlight had brighten up her room. She’s not wearing anything but her underwear, her head was on the bedside table and her right hand was lying on the empty bed beside her. There was no note on the table.

Then her phone rang. It was Prince’s number. After the second ring, she picked it up.


“Is this Love?”

It was a woman. She didn’t know what to say.

“Yes, this is she. Who’s calli-”

“Whore! You listen to me slut! Stop seeing my boy or you’ll see wha-”

She ended the call. After a few seconds, it rang again. She stared at it, not knowing what to do next. Then, she saw the end of a piece of paper peering under her bed. She picked it up and couldn’t explain her feelings while reading his note.

“I had really really awesome nights with you Love. And I want to spend more nights with you. So many more, as if we won’t run out of them. But I think I’m falling for you, deeper than I thought and I couldn’t bear breaking your heart even more. I’m already in love with someone else. She’s the only woman I spend all my mornings and days with. I am terribly sorry Love but I just realized that she’s also the only woman I want to spend all my nights with. But I really had a great night. I hope you did too. Goodbye, Love. – Prince”

After the fifth ring, the call dropped. It didn’t ring again.

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