Mickayla is a young, educated, smart, funny, and witty girl obsessed with all things romantic. She is what we like to call a hopeless romantic. She believes that love does exist and that one doesn't need a great fortune to witness the beauty of this feeling. Mickayla has never fallen in love before and that's crazy for someone who speaks the language of love. She believes that one day she will find her prince charming and like in all fairytale movies she will also have her happily ever after. You see, all hopeless romantics are not so complicated, they are very predictable people who appreciate great efforts. Buy them roses, write love notes, take them out on dates, and have constant communication and reassurance now and then.
Mickayla loves the idea of a 'perfect man' although she knows that no one is perfect, it's just her trying to get what she wants in a man. She believes that a man should go an extra mile for her. She writes these long love letters every day thinking about when will a man ever show her such romantic gestures. She sings love songs word for word, and every Friday night she sits in her pajamas watching romantic films stuffing herself with big scoops of ice cream till she cries herself to sleep because she is the only miserable person on this earth. She loves being complimented even when one just wakes up with messed up hair and a horrible morning breath, we all know how waking up in the morning is generally mundane not all of us are morning people. She says a man should learn to love you with all your flaws as much as he can recognize your flairs.
One morning right after her morning jog, Mickayla buys herself a cup of coffee from this quaint coffee shop just a few blocks away from her apartment. On her way out she bumps into this guy, fashionably dressed, attractive, majestic, and quite captivating. Mickayla accidentally spills a cup of coffee on this guy.
'I'm so sorry, let me get a paper towel and help you with that.' She quickly runs back inside to get some paper towels.
'I'm sorry.' She apologizes again trying to get the stain off.
'you know what just leave it, I'll take it to dry cleaning. At least you tried to clean it up someone else would have just walked off unapologetically so I had to deal with this on my own. So thank you.' He explained.
They gazed at each other for about a second trying not to make too much eye contact.
'I am Mickayla by the way and I would like to buy you coffee sometime just to apologize again I feel bad about this and I want to make it up to you. I ruined your outfit after all so it's the least that I can do.'
Mickayla was drawn to this man. She paid to detail to what he was wearing, the color of his eyes, the smell of his scent, a scent of sweet lavender very appealing and pleasant not too strong of an aroma, his curly hair, his pointed nose. He had a beautiful face, a thin face with sharp features. It felt like love at first sight, an instant feeling just happens in the blink of an eye.
'Nice to meet you Mickayla, I'm Paul and I'd love a cup of coffee sometime. I am already late for a meeting but I'll see you soon. He said urgently.
'Soon is tomorrow morning, same time same place I promise we won't be long.' Mickayla explained gazing into his eyes.
'Alright, then tomorrow it's a date, and tries not to spill on anyone this time nor bump into anyone.' Paul jokingly said.
'I'll try that, you have a good day Paul'
' Have a splendid day Mickayla. He smiled as he walked off waving goodbye.
Mickayla watched him walk off. She was still trying to process what just happened and still admiring this man Paul who just happens to bump into her well she bumped into him. She wasn't all sure of what was to happen but she was sure of two things though. For one she couldn't wait to see Paul again and two she was sure she had a date, Paul did say it was a date after all. She believes that this might be the time for her to experience how love feels even if she falls victim to unrequited love she at least would have allowed herself a chance to experience it. She is fragile and delicate just like this tender feeling and all she yearns for is a chance at it...
THE END
Mickayla loves the idea of a 'perfect man' although she knows that no one is perfect, it's just her trying to get what she wants in a man. She believes that a man should go an extra mile for her. She writes these long love letters every day thinking about when will a man ever show her such romantic gestures. She sings love songs word for word, and every Friday night she sits in her pajamas watching romantic films stuffing herself with big scoops of ice cream till she cries herself to sleep because she is the only miserable person on this earth. She loves being complimented even when one just wakes up with messed up hair and a horrible morning breath, we all know how waking up in the morning is generally mundane not all of us are morning people. She says a man should learn to love you with all your flaws as much as he can recognize your flairs.
One morning right after her morning jog, Mickayla buys herself a cup of coffee from this quaint coffee shop just a few blocks away from her apartment. On her way out she bumps into this guy, fashionably dressed, attractive, majestic, and quite captivating. Mickayla accidentally spills a cup of coffee on this guy.
'I'm so sorry, let me get a paper towel and help you with that.' She quickly runs back inside to get some paper towels.
'I'm sorry.' She apologizes again trying to get the stain off.
'you know what just leave it, I'll take it to dry cleaning. At least you tried to clean it up someone else would have just walked off unapologetically so I had to deal with this on my own. So thank you.' He explained.
They gazed at each other for about a second trying not to make too much eye contact.
'I am Mickayla by the way and I would like to buy you coffee sometime just to apologize again I feel bad about this and I want to make it up to you. I ruined your outfit after all so it's the least that I can do.'
Mickayla was drawn to this man. She paid to detail to what he was wearing, the color of his eyes, the smell of his scent, a scent of sweet lavender very appealing and pleasant not too strong of an aroma, his curly hair, his pointed nose. He had a beautiful face, a thin face with sharp features. It felt like love at first sight, an instant feeling just happens in the blink of an eye.
'Nice to meet you Mickayla, I'm Paul and I'd love a cup of coffee sometime. I am already late for a meeting but I'll see you soon. He said urgently.
'Soon is tomorrow morning, same time same place I promise we won't be long.' Mickayla explained gazing into his eyes.
'Alright, then tomorrow it's a date, and tries not to spill on anyone this time nor bump into anyone.' Paul jokingly said.
'I'll try that, you have a good day Paul'
' Have a splendid day Mickayla. He smiled as he walked off waving goodbye.
Mickayla watched him walk off. She was still trying to process what just happened and still admiring this man Paul who just happens to bump into her well she bumped into him. She wasn't all sure of what was to happen but she was sure of two things though. For one she couldn't wait to see Paul again and two she was sure she had a date, Paul did say it was a date after all. She believes that this might be the time for her to experience how love feels even if she falls victim to unrequited love she at least would have allowed herself a chance to experience it. She is fragile and delicate just like this tender feeling and all she yearns for is a chance at it...
THE END
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