Friday, July 22, 2005
From the moment that Devin met Fiona, he had felt an instant connection. It wasn't sensual or platonic, rather, it was two people looking into the depths of each other's souls. She had always stood out from her average peer group. Perhaps it was because she was reading Dostoevsky at 15. Or perhaps it was because she was constantly reminding him to not forget his French after he came back from Africa. Yet he knew that aside from her intellect, it was her kindred spirit that set her apart. She was reliable, loyal, and whatever she set her mind to do, she did it with full force, full effort, and full passion. Thinking back now, somehow she was always there. Always by his side. Why didn't he take his chance when he could?Cafe Intermezzo II
He was 20 when they had met, and being 5 years her senior, he saw Fiona as a child. Overtime it had become ingrained in his mind that she was too young for him.
His thoughts wandered back to the time that she interned at his company. So many warm memories. Out of the seven interns, Fiona outshined everyone. Her words were always eloquent,distinct, and to the point. When she spoke, she commanded attention. While the other interns chatted endlessly about where they wanted to go for lunch, Fiona sat at her computer formatting the newspaper they were working on.
Now Fiona wasn't all work and no play either. He would never forget when Fiona came to work with a plastic bottle, cut in half, full of sand, with an assortment of faux flowers 'blossoming out'. Embellished on the plastic bottle were stamps and phrases cut out from magazines. "What?" she naively answered to the stares of her co-interns, "my work area needs some decoration." Out came a square jar full of skittles and starbursts placed strategically next to the flowers. "There...oh wait, I almost forgot!" The maroon bow was tied, and re-tied, and tied again around the top of the jar. "Can you just feel that?" She asked, with her hands trying to touch something in the air. "That is the feeling of equilibrium in the work area. Enjoy the skittles everyone. I bought a king size bag to refill the jar." With that she swirled around in her chair and continued working on her book review for the newspaper.
~*~
He admitted that deep down inside he thought that Fiona would always be by his side. She was his muse and his breath of fresh air. He would always remember the moment when he saw her after he returned from Africa. It was a long seven months in Zaire, but his online conversations with Fiona always refreshed him. Whether she was persuasively arguing that Argentina would win the World Cup in soccer, or asking entertaining questions about his pet monkey, he always looked forward to their quirky, innocent conversations.
When he saw her after those seven months, he couldn't take his eyes away from the beauty before him. She had transformed into an elegant, stunning lady. He was pulling up into the parking lot as she was walking by. Gentle, cascading curls framed her soft face. Her lavendar top and matching ruffled skirt delicately accented her refined figure. She turned and caught him staring at her, before waving a friendly hello. Was this really Fiona?
~*~
Devin's romantic thoughts were sharply abrupted as he caught a flash of her diamond ring sparkling. And now she was getting married?! MARRIED?!?! Something he still hadn't crept close to at 29. Why had he never made the first move? Why had he let something so precious slip away when it was right there beside him? He just never had realized that it was Her, that it could be Her, that it would be Her. He had dated so many young women, even most of Fiona's friends. It was as if he had always been circling around her, trying to find her, when she had just been standing before him the whole time. Maybe he just never could believe that she was the One who would walk parallel with him for the rest of his life. Now, when she was being given away to another, he felt frantic and disillusioned. He could hear his mouth echoing "Congratulations", but his heart was breaking in anguish.12:41 PM 1 Falling Stars
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