He hated these events; he hated the people that went to these kinds of events and the things that they wanted to discuss. Who really needed to talk about paper products for more than in the office? It was like every single person in the room was mocking him for not getting a new job. Sure he had thought about it many times, but then he had meet Isabella. He fell instantly in love with her, but do to miss understandings he found himself with out her. She moved to a new city, and decided to reinvent her life without him, or at least that the way he believed she had done. He was sure that she would find a new man, one that would fit her new lifestyle.
With her departure he found himself alone and angry. And then he met Catherine. He liked her. He didn’t just like her he also respected and admired her, but he was afraid, that love would never be a word that he would use with Catherine. They were just always two worlds apart and they could never seem to get it right.
He remembered when he had meet Catherine; she had started work a week after Isabella had left and when she had appeared in the office it was like she had been sent form above. To him she was going to be the person to save him form his broken heart, she was going to stay with him forever and she was going to love him forever. For then on that became his plan, and if she were on board then it would never be broken. The first chance he got he asked her out. He would never forget the smile on her face when she had said, “yes”. For once in a long time he thought that maybe he could be happy with a women that wasn’t Isabella.
The more that he went out with Catherine the more he felt hopeful that he could be happy and that he could maybe one day love her. Catherine begun to represent the hope in his life, that would change the way he was and make him a better man. He was happy with Catherine, she was funny, smart and she had an ambition that he was unsure of ever having. She was the total opposite of him; her biggest ambition was to one day own a company, where as his biggest ambition was to pay his bills all on time for once. She didn’t think about getting married like he did. The thought of having kids was one that she rarely made her thoughts. They were so different form each other but yet every time she walked into a room his heart fluttered and he took that as a good sign.
Everything seemed to for once be good and then reality once again catch up with him like it so often had in his life and she appeared again. Form one day to another Isabella appeared in the office. Only that she was not the same Isabella that he had meet. The six months that she had been away had proved to make her more beautiful and once more he felt his heartbeat faster the moment that she stepped into a room. She smiled more, not only just to him like she did before. She seemed to be in a happier state. Everything about her had changed. Her clothes, hair and just all-round attitude, yet her smile still radiated energy that he was addicted to and he seemed to feed of. He always had loved to see her smile.
The first time that they had talked again had been about a paper campaign she was responsible for and the time after that it had been about more paper products. By her first week back he had talked to her at least twenty times and all those times it was paper related. He thought he was doing good, he was still in love with her, but he didn’t want to but his relationship with Catherine in jeopardy. He and Catherine had started to connect more, or at lest that what he thought. And they had more things in common now and he was happy with Catherine. Isabella, he was convinced was just a caprice, something that he knew he couldn’t have, and, so he started to make himself believe that the feelings he had for her were of envy for the man that would be able to have her.
He was happy what he had now, he was content with the life he was able to have now. His mind had been made up and he had decided to give up in ever being more than just friends with Isabella. And so when she asked him to have a cup of coffee with her, he was happy to go. There was no harm in having coffee with his friend now that he was sure that they would be nothing more.
Isabella was the same of the most part, she still was an artist; she loved to paint and draw in her free time, though the promotion didn’t give her too much time to do any of those things she had admitted. She admitted to being the same girl he had meet all those years ago for the first time expect that now she had more money in her bank account and better hair and clothes. She was still looking for a husband and the perfect home to live in and she still hoped to have children. This had struck him as odd, she had been afraid of having children before, and soon asked her why she had changed her mind. She admitted that her fear was just based on having children with the wrong man, refereeing to her ex-fiancé / boyfriend (he had never really given her a ring). But now she wanted kids and most importantly she wanted to be happy.
He wanted to be happy too he thought. Why did this happen? Who had he made mad form above to cast this upon him? He smiled at her and sighed. He couldn’t keep pretending that he didn’t want to make her happy. Why? Wasn’t he happy with Catherine? He thought for awhile and couldn’t come up with anything worth wanting to stay with Catherine for. Everyday he had seen just how much more different they were and how much he was changing for her, so that he could try to satisfy her. He had to do something before his heart jumped out of his chest. But what?
“Isabella do you love me?”
There it was out there for her to hear it was there and all he could think about was how much he hoped the answer was yes.
“Hello, hello is somebody in there? Mark!”
“I’m sorry what?”
“ I don’t know you were the one standing there like an idiot. Come on the faster we get out of this the better!”
“Ok.”
“Mark nice to see you!”
“You too David how is the wife?”
“Good, good and how about you Catherine?”
“I’m great.”
“So when is the wedding?”
“ I think it might be in May, right Mark?”
“Yeah we will probably get married in May!”
“Good, I’m glad that you too finally picked a date. I was beginning to think that it wasn’t going to happen or that you might elope!”
“No our families would be angry at us for doing that!”
“I thought so. Well I wish you the best!”
“Thank you, David”
“One down two more to go!”
“Keeping count?”
“Yes I want to get out of her as soon as possible!”
“Mark, Isabella?”
“Yeah?”
“Congratulations”
“Thank you, I know that we will be happy!”
“Will?”
“We are happy!”
He hated these events but with Isabella they seem like a game or scavenger hunt that he always managed to win. He always went home with her; he always knew that she was the right girl for him. And he hoped that she was the right boy for her.
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