I dont write a lot, but sometimes something comes into my head, and I've gotta get it down before I lose the idea.
"It was her favorite restaurant and her favorite food dish on the other side of the table getting cold. The place where she always sat in silence with a book in her hands. Her favorite song queued up on the outdoor speakers. Two glasses of water and two candles opposite each other on the red tablecloth.
There I was dressed from head to toe in my best. A pair of dress pants and a white long sleeve shirt under a black vest. A red, grey, and silver striped tie clipped under the collar of my shirt. Waiting, waiting for that "I'm so sorry I'm going to be a bit late. I'll make it up to you" text, but it never came. I didn't want to accept that I had been stood up but I was beginning to understand what was happening.
There on the other side of the patio sat another younger couple gazing deeply into each other's eyes giggling at what came out of both their mouths. I began to think, "If only, if only my night could be like theirs"
One last thing to do. I began to type a quick "Hey, what's going on" message in the text box and sent it off into the world only to get the little "seen" but no reply in return.
"Hi, sweetie, you don't look so good. May I sit a while? You look like you could use some company right now. I hate to ask but I'm guessing you got stood up?"
"That seems to be the case" was my reply half in tears to which the person who was talking knelt beside my chair and began to run her hand up and down my upper leg.
"I know. I know how it feels. Trust me. Just last week I myself got stood up right at this very place. I would never wish it on anyone. I'm so so sorry you are experiencing this. If you'd like, I'll hang out with you and even pick up the check. Don't even think about paying. I got you.
Why?
That's what friends are for
What? You hardly know me
I know all I have to know. You came here and put so much effort into this. It's the least I can do to pay for your meal.