Where does your romantic inspiration lie? In Peace of Loneliness?
If you haven’t heard already, I’ve started a string of weekly blog posts that will each feature a different literary genre. Today is….. ROMANCE – Peace of Loneliness!
Peace of Loneliness
The sparkling waves crashed against the shore of the beach. I laid on the ground, feeling the warmth of the sand on my back and the cool water tickling my toes. Looking up at the moon and the sky speckled with stars, I felt at peace. I almost didn’t want to go back to my hotel room.
Picking up my sandals, I walked along the shoreline. Couples holding hands nuzzled into each other, while a few teenagers ran about. I had no regrets coming here on my own. People need to take solo vacations more often. You can forget about the people who may or may not be waiting for you back home, along with any other mindless drudgery.
I walked without a destination in mind, and soon ended back in my hotel lobby.
Everyone was expecting me back tomorrow, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I extended the trip for a few more nights, and would deal with the endless string of phone calls the next day. As I sauntered through the lobby towards the elevator, someone called my name.
Looking around, I noticed it was the concierge. “Miss, there’s someone waiting for you at the bar,” she said to me. She had the brightest smile on her face, which confused me.
“I’m not expecting anyone.”
“He’s expecting you,” she said, pointing to the glass doorway to the dimly lit bar.
Curious, I entered through the doors to hear piano music and clinking glasses. There was one man sitting on a bar stool wearing a black coat. I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. When he turned around, my heart sank.
“It’s you,” I huffed.
“I know you would react that way,” he said, his ocean blue eyes sucking me in like a whirlpool. “Please, hear me out. I came all this way.”
“I didn’t ask you to come.”
“That’s what makes this a surprise.”
I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away. He grabbed my hand, and my skin tingled with his warmth. “Let go,” I said, facing the door.
“I messed up,” he said, stating the obvious, “I shouldn’t have broken up with you because I was scared to move in. I should have told you how I felt. God knows you tell me everything you’re feeling.” He chuckled, and I glared at him. “Okay, bad joke.”
“I’m not taking you back. How do I know things will be different?”
“Let’s have a trial run. Give me one week to prove to you how serious I am. My friend is going to Europe for a month and needs me to stay at his place. You can come stay with me and see how things work out.”
“It’s not a real test. How do I know you won’t bail?”
“You don’t, and that’s where trust comes in. Aside from this, I’ve never done anything to hurt you. We were good together, and I made a mistake. Let me show you I’ve changed. All I want is to see your glowing skin when I wake every morning. Your smile when I tell a cheesy joke that you wish you didn’t find funny. The way you fiddle with the zipper on your jacket to tell me you’re ready to go when we’re leaving a party. I want you back. Every last bit of you.”
I tried not to smile, then turned quickly to kiss his cheek. “If you still feel this way in the morning, meet me at the beach.”
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