On the Wings of Hope : Prose

Oh my God, that is so exciting! At the long last I have met a girl, whom I have fallen in love with. I already started to believe more and more, that this is totally impossible, that I will never find a person, close to my spirit, in this world of yours. Tens of acquaintances - and nobody, no one, who had at least close to mine world outlook. It seemed, that hope had almost left my heart and, as far as I could remember, I even began to convince myself that, probably, such way of things is absolutely inevitable and I, whether I desire it or not, should better accept it – to reconcile with it as with something so much stronger than me.

Amazing, that’s truly amazing – the spark of hope has practically died out … and during this very instant, when I have already almost ceased to trust in possibility of a miracle - it has come true!

Lovely, nice, wonderful girl … surprisingly spiritually close to me. How did it happen that we have found each other at last? Just a few minutes back or forward - and we - knowing nothing about what we are creating, would, possibly, pass by, having never looked on each other. And we would never meet again that way … we would never meet for certain. And then I would definitely finally lose last bits of hope.

Oh, how much do I thank you, God, for hearing my prayers!

Today we were passing through a park - and a rain started pouring all of a sudden. We both have no umbrellas on hands so had to urgently search for some tree of impressive size to have a chance for a cover under its mighty crone. This just-in-time rain made both of us even more intimate.

While we have been waiting for it to finish, laughing at how funny we managed to wet through in the rain during our joint travels, we had the time to talk a lot. I truly wasn’t mistaken - this girl had views very similar to mine or, to be more precise, she has been living by them. I had no idea how to describe that sensation which has grown in me during those fifteen-twenty minutes of our conversation. Have you ever felt sometimes that you have met your second half? That you, formally knowing each other for a shortest time span, have felt each other for a whole eternity? That a man, now standing close to you, understands you from a half-word, for so similar are your thoughts and so close are consciousnesses? If you felt this even a single time in your life, you would understand those sensations and feelings of which I speak.

And then the rain has come to an end - just as suddenly as it has begun - and we have continued our way, entering crowded city streets. We have been crossing them time and again, periodically turning back and forth - up hill and down dale, for we had something so much more appealing - we enjoyed a company of each other.

Then I (protesting in spirit against rules of actions, imposed to me by a society, but wishing to make her a pleasant thing) invited her to a cinema - and she refused. She told that it would be much better to return to that park which has made our day, instead of sitting in a stuffy hall, watching silly comedies or bloody action movies.

The girl refused a cinema. According to all that stereotypes, carefully constructed in consciousness of men, that was … strange, to say the least. Yet it seemed to me as if I understood her deeply during those instants of time.

And then we indeed returned to that rainy park, by that time already dried up by the rising sun. We were sitting together with her on a park bench and chatting. Those were wonderful moments of time, and I still cannot forget them.

I have no will to forget three months of our dating. I cannot forget her shining smile, as well as her during these moments - full of joy and happiness. Never will I forget our first kiss. I won’t cease remembering all our instants of time together with each other.

For even now I dare not forget my true love. Even … now.

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I met a second girl purely by accident.

This happened just in time when I have been dating with my Tatyana. We were wandering through a park that day - were crossing a street when she came out of nowhere.

When we have almost overtaken over each other, both Tatyana and the girl, going towards us, have smiled and approached each other with a greeting. It appeared that the girl we have was Larissa, Tanya’s colleague on work.

They started chatting. I patiently awaited.

Approximately ten minutes after they said goodbye to each other, and Larissa went own way. Passing us by, she glanced at me and said aloud “And your guy is beautiful indeed …”, and Tanya answered that she’s a truly happy girl for now.

This day we didn’t encountered Larissa any more. And two weeks after I received I call from her on my office phone number.

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Still wondering, how did she manage to get my office number. But apparently for ones such as she there are no things that cannot be broken in her wake to a selfish goal.