Creative Corner

I wrote this about two years ago after my boyfriend made a surprise visit to the coffee shop where I was writing. I guess I was feeling inspired.

Ideal Weekend

He unsuspectingly walked into the coffee shop where she sat intently typing on her laptop and gently caressed her shoulders from behind before sliding his soft hands down her arms and engulfing her in a warm embrace. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. She hugged him back. His touch was certainly welcomed as she had been battling her depression all weekend and trying to hide that anything was wrong. She didn’t expect to see him until later when they met for a movie. He bent down and said softly, “Hey. I took a chance that you were here. I wanted to stop by and see you before I ran a few errands and to tell you I love you”. The side of his face was pressed against hers. She turned her head to kiss him on the cheek and then caressed it, “I love you, too,” she whispered.
He looked down at her tenderly. “Are you alright?” he asked with concern in his eyes. She shook her head up and down and said, “Uh huh.” Lies. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead before turning towards the door. “This is mine,” he said referring to her. “I’m going to make it official one day.” She smiled as she watched her boyfriend sexily saunter toward the door. Overcome with emotion her eyes began to well up with tears. When she was depressed she tended to cry easily. It was silly to cry over such a small gesture. I hate depression she thought to herself, but I really needed that. How did he know?
A Pleasant Surprise by Jae Henderson

 

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