I went out and set foot on a wonderful summer day. The sun made everything look bright and cheerful. It would have been an ideal day for a picnic.
No one would have imagined a thunderstorm raging in my mind. Blinking illuminates a temporarily hidden emotion, followed by shattered hope. Drops of inner tears washed away the wreckage of my romantic dream.
I was sitting at the bus stop with a book, reading the same paragraph five times, trying to look indifferent to the weather patterns inside me. Sunglasses covered my swollen eyes and returned a reflection of nearby flowers. I will never love – love is an illusion that goes nowhere.
I was very lost because I didn’t notice the man sitting next to me.
“Sorry, I’m sorry, but I noticed you’re reading W. Shakespeare. He’s my favorite writer.”
His deep voice surprised me. His gentle smile warmed my wet heart and drove away the stormy clouds.
“He is also my favorite.” I tried to return his smile.
The next fifteen minutes we talked about literature and its impact on contemporary culture. Buses came and went. I pretended not to notice.
“By the way, my name is Mark.” When his warm hands shook mine, an electric current flowed through me.
“Would you like to accompany me for lunch?” He added, ignoring my blushed cheeks. “Let’s get started again.”
A rainbow appeared and led us to the heart of gold. I followed him.