Tales from the Bartender

Ramblings of a man in love

The lights were dim and a simple lamp illuminated the room we were in. The hustle and bustle of the restaurant echoed within the four walls and yet we seemed to be trapped within a bubble. Each movement she made gave me bliss and I could not hide my joy for I glowed with pure passion and love. I sat there and watched her eat and with each bite my heart seemed to skip a beat. I felt as if the weight of the world was pressing down on my chest as I struggled to find the words to tell her. I prayed to God to give strength for I was unsure as to what outcome of this night might bring.

Three weeks, three weeks that seemed an eternity to me. With each day I rise and I long to hear her voice that was my only nourishment. She became my fuel to fight the never-ending cycle of life and I adored her for giving me back my sanity. Hours of talking that stretched on to the wee hours of the morn and not once did I feel the fatigue. I was new man, a man who had found his meaning and purpose. She was the reason of my rebirth and I thank her for all the days of my life that she has touched.

The waiter approached to take our dessert order and I scorned his indifference. Did he not see that he was in the midst of a goddess and that he had broken my rhythm? I once again scoured for the words that would show her my intentions were sincere and that I truly loved her. Never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine that words could ever fail me and I stuttered for the first time in my life. But I could no longer hold back for I felt as if I would explode with all the emotions that were fighting to get out. In mid-sentence I came out and uttered the words of my salvation. “I like you” were the first three words I could say coherently and I blushed a fiery crimson from shame. She stared at me with her beautiful eyes and smiled a smile that I could not bare to look at. At that instant my words came back and I echoed words filled with longing and love that seemed to flow from the very core of my heart. She sat there silent but still wearing that smile I had long wanted to see. In that moment of silence I understood that words were no longer needed to express my love for her for she herself needed not a sentence to tell me that it was ok. I may not fully understand what happened that night the one thing I am sure is that I will love her till the stars burn out and the darkness claim me once again.

posted by Ben Bulac @ 10:53 PM