I work the day shift and wait on all of the highway construction workers. The owners made plate lunches of homemade white beans and fried catfish.
I get a few tips from the customers and now have some cash in my pocket. Soon the lunch rush is over. I go back to my phone and check the messages on Yahoo.
One says, “Message me on here when you get off tonight.”
“Will do,” I reply.
She then sends a “hug” emoticon.
I am filled with wonderful bliss, just from that simple message. I think about the dream I had about her and how she said she felt me holding her last night, even though we’re thousands of miles apart and never actually met. There is definitely some beautiful energy between us, though I cannot explain it.
The day goes by quickly. Customers come and go. I then take the evening shift and miraculously it goes on without any trouble from belligerent customers.
Finally, it’s time to close. We shut everything down, arm the security system and leave.
I drive home and then log onto the family computer.
She messages me and we talk about our days. Then, my family computer crashes, but I immediately restart it again.
I message her an apology for going offline without notice.
She replies understandingly, then says, “I told you before and I’ll tell you again-I love you!”
I am in shock and awe! A girl whom I revere and am beginning to feel attracted to just told me she loves me. I don’t know what I could have done to provoke those feelings in her, but in a way, I’m glad she has them. I know I’ve had a mostly lonely life and have been longing for this very thing for years.
Do I love her though? Yes, I do, because she loved me first. She accepted me for who I am. She enjoys what I write. She affectionate. And she is a very good, decent girl.
I’ll quote one of my stories in reply to her announcement, “I love you too. I have for a while, I was just too afraid of scaring you off by telling you.”
“You don’t scare me at all. I trust you!”
This is amazing!
She’s now writing something else.
“Now I have to go lay down, I’m feeling very dizzy. It’s been a long day.”
I hate to see her go, but at least we’ve got a beautiful thing out of this conversation. So I tell her, “Hey. I love you.”
“I love you too!”
We then sign off and go to bed…