as i enter the room i har laughter and talking as you find in any bar up and down the country at eight in the evening. i look at my watch and realise i have a few minutes to wait. scanning around the room i see no sign of Natalie. obviously not here yet. i head to the bar and order myself a beer. the bar man obliges and i lean my right arm on the bar and look toward the door. taking occasional sips from my drink my mind wanders to her. will she come? will she stand me up? is she as nervous as i am? as my eyes blur and i drift to somewhere far from the pub i'm standing in i hear her voice. so soft and calm. sweet but with a hint of lifes tough experience,
"hey i'm glad you came" she says to me,
"i'm glad you came Natalie" i say as my eyes clear and i reenter the real world. i turn to look at her and see the effort she has made. i feel bad that i made very little in comparison. it's almost like she hears my thoughts as she compliments me on my outfit. here i stand in a creased shirt, dirty jeans and biker boots and she is complimenting me! i smile and reply with flattering words of my own. her out fit is perfectly chosen. the jeans fit tightly around her shapely legs, her shoes match her bag and necklace, her top accentuates every curve that life has blessed her with. she even has her hair down so that the light natural curves fall over her face framing her beautifully,
"do you still like my hair down?" she asks with a smile,
"you look more beautiful now as i've ever seen you" i reply cringing that it may have been a little over the top,
"thank you" she says coyly looking at the ground.
i ask her what she would like to drink and she replies with coke. i order and the barman, so kind he is, obliges and i hand her a cold glass of dark liquid. we look around and find a table to sit at. relaxong back into the much used pub chair we talk of little, unimportanmt things as we often did. i learnt much of her life since i knew her. each story she told, wether it was of heart break or of something she had accomplished, made my heart melt for her. though her stories were probably comprable to any other persons i still had an overwhelming urge to take hold of her and never let her go. she told me of her job and that it was as meaningless as mine. working in a small office at a computer all day. though it had paid for her house and kept her fed. i told her many details of my life, all of which sounded dull in comparison with hers. though thinking about it now our lives had been almost similar. failed relationships, no children, meaningless jobs in small companies etc etc. the only difference is i had lived my life, i knew the storied inside and out. her life was new to me and i wanted to know every detail. every thing that had made her who she was now was important to me. we had thought about going to a restaurant and getting food. but we didn't. we just sat in the war cosy atmosphere and spoke. there were silences, but silences of comfort and happiness. by the end of this night i knew her all over again. i knew she was the woman for me. but alas the evening ended. she got into a taxi and i stood and watched it disapear into the night. i turned and headed home. as i did i felt a vibration in my pocket. my phone had recieved a text message. i quickly took it out and read it. it was from her. i couldn't believe my eyes as the words filled my mind.