Friday Prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “Reservation.” Use it any way.
Trust Love.. If It Is True, It Will Stay With You.
She got ready and was about to leave but again the same thought made her nervous and she stopped midway at the door.
No doubt he was a nice, understanding polite person who loves her truly. But Since the day she confessed her past in front of him, they never spoke with each other. “Will he understand that fear of losing him was behind hiding the big part of my life from him for so long and that I was waiting for right time and that is why I kept him in dark??” These was the thought that was disturbing her and kept her awake since couple of days.
“May be the time I chose was not right as he was happily planning surprise romantic date to propose me for marriage.” Thought made her restless but she took a deep breathe and calmed herself.
He had sent red roses with a card inviting her to a romantic gateaway at her place at the same time she reached his appartment to confess her past. He didn’t utter a word when she told him about her past but stood stunned. She left as he wanted to be alone.
She came to know about his invitation when she reached home after confession and found roses and letter at her doorstep.
The day she decided to confess collided with a day he sent a letter to invite her for a romantic weekend date that was two days later to propose her for marriage. She called him several times that went unanswered.
She stood in a doorway for a second then smiled nervously and locked the door. When She reached at the beach resort and looked for him, he was nowhere. She went at the reception and enquired about reserved table for two by his name.
“Sorry maam.. Reservation Cancelled.” Tear rolled down from her eyes. She turned to leave. “Excuse me maam. There is a letter for you.”
‘I would have accepted you with your past no matter how bitter it may be… but it seems you never trusted me or my love and thats why you needed year to confess. I believe where there is no Trust… there is no Love.’