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01-10-00 15:52 |
3 july 2000
A wonderful evening Atlantis My
good humour is back again. Today I feel like writing a bit more positive again.
Yesterday I finished my lousy day with a glass of wine, and a movie with which I
could cry all my emotions away: ‘Message in a bottle’. The
woman at the terrace has a name: Amy. Isn’t that a beautiful name! It sounds
warm, tender, friendly. After my first shock, when I called her a few days ago,
I called her back. When
she picked up the phone, I said I was the woman she met at the terrace, and: do
you remember me? At that moment, I admired all the men in the world, because
they are the ones that normally take the initiative in romantic moments. My
knees shook, my voice was trembling… How
could I forget you, she said. You have the most beautiful smile I ever saw in my
live. The ice was broken. I asked her if she would like to take a walk with me,
along the beach sometime. Her reaction was more enthusiastic then I had hoped
for. We agreed to meet at a place near the sea, after she had finished work. So
quickly? Oops, this was going faster then I had thought. Anyway.
You can imagine how slowly the hours went by. How do I look? What am I going to
wear? What did she say about my smile? Did I smile that day? I don’t remember;
just know I was watching people, feeling a bit drowsy that day. I
drove to the beach; it’s not to far from my home. There I waited for her,
feeling happy, and nervous. I saw her walking along the promenade. She was
wearing a very stylish suit. Not really something to wear when you’re going to
take a walk along the beach. I liked her way of walking. She sways her hips in a
very sensual way. She came strait to me, and reached her hand out to me, saying:
Hi, Amy is my name. I’m very curious what’s yours. Never before I had the
idea my name sounded strange, but when I said: Thira, my name is Thira; it was
as if it was a name from another world. We
both ordered a glass of white beer. (You can see on the yesterday’s picture)
Hey, did she have the same taste?
She told me she came strait from work, didn’t have time to change. Her
aura was so warm, so familiar. I melted, being in her presence. To
be continued… |
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