Just The Beginning

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The fresh spring rain made musical splashes against the glass windows of her tiny apartment. The continuous sound and rhythm of the rain created a beautiful melody, slowly calming her nerves. She was brimming with nervous energy, like a constant current coursing through her insides, and the rain gave her something to focus on. The effect was cathartic and very soothing, almost hypnotic.Her instincts told her today would change her life. She was excited and nervous to see where this adventure would take her. This was a twist she could have never predicted when their story began.Their story had started months ago when they became friends online. Casual chats occurring sporadically at first. Their exchanges seemed harmless enough. Eventually the conversations started to last for hours, the banter flowed effortlessly between them. She loved how natural their dialogue felt. Even the long nights curled up talking on the phone felt natural and time flew past as she was entranced by his southern accent.The exchanges were friendly at first. She soon found, though, that just seeing his user name logging on made her heart race, filling her insides with butterflies. He seemed to be pleased to see her as well. He hid this at first, possibly afraid that showing such eagerness so soon would drive her away. His nonchalance peaked her interest further. Soon enough, it was no secret that his presence made her excited and that the feeling was mutual.It all seemed pretty innocent, at least initially.  Besides, it felt nice to have a secret, something that belonged to just them. This was their safe little world that they could freely roam together in. Their secret online fantasy world. At some point though she felt it change. He started to invade her thoughts at all hours of the day and night, the line between fantasy and reality becoming blurred. The intensity of their sexual attraction multiplying rapidly. On paper, they were a stark contrast. One seeing life’s miracles and believing in fairytales, şişli escort while the other was more jaded when it came to love. A union of both tenderness and jagged sharp edges. But, when they talked nothing made more sense than the two of them together. It was indefinable, this connection between them, some invisible bond linking them, and drawing them closer day by day. Their once friendly banter now thick with sexual need.Their relationship took a unexpected turn about a month ago. He casually asked for her address, claiming  he wanted to send her something. That simple question made her hands shake, and made her heart race even faster. She reached into her inner depths and found the trust to give him what he sought. Being able to trust someone again with such ease surprised her. It made her heart soar to realize her ability to trust had been restored. It was like a buried artifact, that simply had to be unearthed, resurrecting that precious feeling she believed to be lost forever.She obliged him with her address, three simple lines of text that opened her whole world to this man. Three lines that made her real. Three lines that meant the world to her. Three simple lines that caused fantasy and reality to collide. Weeks passed and nothing was said of the address. She was tempted to bring the subject up, but decided to say nothing about it unless he did. Early one morning as she was getting ready for work there was a knock at the door. Outside the door stood a simple delivery man, patiently waiting with a beautiful bouquet in hand. She tentatively opened the door, asking if she could help him. He asked for her by name and handed her a bouquet of flowers. They were beautiful, fragrant Spring flowers and inside the bouquet was a card. The card contained one line of writing in neat, slanted script.”Meet me at the Italian eatery down the block, tonight at 7:00 PM. It is just the beginning.”She could never have guessed that opening that door would change life as she knew it. It’s şişli escort bayan ironic how simple moments come without warning and bring an absolute shift in our lives. Life has a very of throwing you a curveball just to see how you respond. Now one simple message instantly made her feel weak in the knees. She had mentioned the Italian eatery before in casual conversation, but she did not realize he would remember it. She never imagined he would show up there. It hit her then like a ton of bricks, he was here. He was in her hometown and in her favorite restaurant, a collision of her two worlds she never saw coming. One quick call into work and she was able to take the day off and pamper herself. She could not decide if this was for him or if it was a method to calm herself. Either way, there is a ritualistic, soothing repetition to getting ready for a special night. Preparation giving her something to focus all the energy and anticipation she was bursting with. She could feel the animalistic way she craved him and the way thinking about him made her feel so sensual.When she was done with pampering, she picked out her favorite short red dress with strappy black heels. The choice of attire did not scream slut but it did not even hint at prude. Instead, it revealed enough to warrant prolonged gazes, but left enough mystery to tantalize one’s imagination. It would leave any man wanting to see more. A  couple spritzes of her favorite perfume and a silken layer of her best lotion filled her apartment with a scent to match her excitement. She decided to go simple with her make-up and leave her hair down, just the way he loved it . A natural look that accentuated her beauty rather than painting over the canvas of it.She looked at the clock for what must have been the thousandth time that afternoon and it was time to leave.She decided walking to the Italian eatery would be best. It would allow her to breathe the crisp rain scented air, to clear her head. When she arrived at the mecidiyeköy escort Italian eatery she placed her hand on the door, begging herself to be brave enough to enter. After a moment passed, her nervous hand finally stopped shaking and she opened the door. As she entered she immediately noticed it was empty. Not a soul there other than her and a young gentleman that asked if she was Samantha. She nodded, too confused to verbally answer. He asked her to follow him to a table. When she rounded the corner she stopped in her tracks, breathless, heart racing. There he sat, her prince charming.He was the picture of perfection, sitting  at a beautifully decorated table with fresh flowers and candles. The candles and flowers did not stop at the one table where he was seated, they were everywhere. The whole dining room was covered with bouquets, the air thick with their fragrant scent. Countless candles were flickering warmly. Even the slightest rush of air splashed the ceiling, floors and walls with calmly flickering shadows as flames lazily clung to wicks.That was when she heard it, music, softly filling the room. The language that they had always spoken together without the need for words. It was an album they discussed at great length, one that they both had very personal ties to that no one knew of. Just another intimacy happily kept as a close secret between lovers in a world of their own. When he saw her walk in, she heard him audibly inhale as he stood. He approached her and held out his hand. She briefly wondered if he felt the same way she did at the moment. She desperately tried to appear calm on the surface while anxiety swirled deep inside. Every cell in her body reacted to the sight of him. For the first time ever, she touched him, as she placed her hand in his. The feeling was overwhelming, all anxiety instantly gone. The thought that this was all some lunatics dreams was now cast away. Of all the sensations that could have convinced her of their connection, the meeting of flesh was it. The contact of skin serving as proof that this is more than real. It may truly be fate turning the world’s gears to finally bring them together.It felt like her hand had found the place that it had always longed to be.

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