A cloud of smoke floated through the room with its yellow lighting.
John stared in his glass and he was lost in thought.
He tried to get Rose out of his mind and have a good time but somehow she wouldn't leave his head.
Her soft laughter resounded in his ear, her sweet smile greeted him everywhere and her deep, blue eyes where printed in his memory.
He felt bad about the fight they had a few hours ago.
He couldn't grasp the fact that he had been angry with her, he thought she could never do anything wrong in his eyes.
An old man took a seat in the chair in front of him, John didn't even look up.
"What's wrong, sonny?" the man asked friendly.
His voice was warm and concerned.
John took another sip of his beer and didn't say anything.
"You're in love, aren't you?"
John suddenly looked at the man in surprise.
"I saw it immediately as you walked in here. Who is she?"
Normally John would have found the man very rude but there was something in his eyes that had enchanted him, he couldn't do anything but answer.
"The most beautiful woman you've ever seen."
The man laughed fatherly and said: "I could give you a hundred names of the most beautiful woman in the world."
John released a soft sigh as he brought his glass back to his lips.
"You know boy, getting yourself drunk isn't going to solve your problems. Do you want to talk about it?"
John looked at the man, head to toe.
"I know I'm old, sonny but that means I've seen the world and that I've learned a lot over the years."
John wanted to talk to someone for hours but he never found the right person and he felt his heart rush in his chest.
"Rose, that's her name, Rose came into my life about two months ago. I fell in love the first time I ever laid eyes on her. For two months I tried to hide it but today it just became too much for me and I confessed my love..."
"And she didn't take like you wanted her to." the man interrupted him suddenly.
"Yes, she didn't react as I wanted." John said absent - minded.
"How did you want her to react? Jumping in your arms and saying she wants to marry you within the hour?" in his voice a sound of mock was noticeable and he started to laugh softly.
John gave him a dirty look and the next moment the man was serious.
"Son, have you ever thought about how her life is going?"
John had to admit he hadn't.
"You see, maybe she's just not ready for it yet..."
"Those are her exact words." John whispered.
"I think they're the truth. Women are different from men when it comes to love. THow old is she?"
"Seventeen, I thought." a certain doubt spoke aloud in his answer.
"So very young. She's not ready for that kind of commitment yet. She wants to explore the world, see what she has seen in her dreams and have adventures." his voice sounded wise and true, understanding.
John stared out the window, into the dark night.
"Just give her some time..." ringed in his head a thousand times.
When he looked back, the man had disappeared.
He couldn't care less, but the man had listened and he had to admit that a huge weight had fallen of his chest.
Confused John stood up and paid his bill.
In his head the words of the man kept rolling over and over, as a film.
The night was cold and unpleasant but John didn't care.
His thoughts were with Rose.
Her scent of wildflowers, her soft touch on his hand, her red lips, and her eyes.
Her eyes, a deep pool of blue, a place you could easily drown in.
He knew there was someone else in her heart; he knew that by her answer and reaction.
He never saw anyone get so pale and he wished he could take a look in her mind and her heart to know her real feelings and not the ones she pretended to the world outside.
He knew there was someone who kept her heart closed.
The only question was who.
He was certain he would find out, one way or another.
John stared in his glass and he was lost in thought.
He tried to get Rose out of his mind and have a good time but somehow she wouldn't leave his head.
Her soft laughter resounded in his ear, her sweet smile greeted him everywhere and her deep, blue eyes where printed in his memory.
He felt bad about the fight they had a few hours ago.
He couldn't grasp the fact that he had been angry with her, he thought she could never do anything wrong in his eyes.
An old man took a seat in the chair in front of him, John didn't even look up.
"What's wrong, sonny?" the man asked friendly.
His voice was warm and concerned.
John took another sip of his beer and didn't say anything.
"You're in love, aren't you?"
John suddenly looked at the man in surprise.
"I saw it immediately as you walked in here. Who is she?"
Normally John would have found the man very rude but there was something in his eyes that had enchanted him, he couldn't do anything but answer.
"The most beautiful woman you've ever seen."
The man laughed fatherly and said: "I could give you a hundred names of the most beautiful woman in the world."
John released a soft sigh as he brought his glass back to his lips.
"You know boy, getting yourself drunk isn't going to solve your problems. Do you want to talk about it?"
John looked at the man, head to toe.
"I know I'm old, sonny but that means I've seen the world and that I've learned a lot over the years."
John wanted to talk to someone for hours but he never found the right person and he felt his heart rush in his chest.
"Rose, that's her name, Rose came into my life about two months ago. I fell in love the first time I ever laid eyes on her. For two months I tried to hide it but today it just became too much for me and I confessed my love..."
"And she didn't take like you wanted her to." the man interrupted him suddenly.
"Yes, she didn't react as I wanted." John said absent - minded.
"How did you want her to react? Jumping in your arms and saying she wants to marry you within the hour?" in his voice a sound of mock was noticeable and he started to laugh softly.
John gave him a dirty look and the next moment the man was serious.
"Son, have you ever thought about how her life is going?"
John had to admit he hadn't.
"You see, maybe she's just not ready for it yet..."
"Those are her exact words." John whispered.
"I think they're the truth. Women are different from men when it comes to love. THow old is she?"
"Seventeen, I thought." a certain doubt spoke aloud in his answer.
"So very young. She's not ready for that kind of commitment yet. She wants to explore the world, see what she has seen in her dreams and have adventures." his voice sounded wise and true, understanding.
John stared out the window, into the dark night.
"Just give her some time..." ringed in his head a thousand times.
When he looked back, the man had disappeared.
He couldn't care less, but the man had listened and he had to admit that a huge weight had fallen of his chest.
Confused John stood up and paid his bill.
In his head the words of the man kept rolling over and over, as a film.
The night was cold and unpleasant but John didn't care.
His thoughts were with Rose.
Her scent of wildflowers, her soft touch on his hand, her red lips, and her eyes.
Her eyes, a deep pool of blue, a place you could easily drown in.
He knew there was someone else in her heart; he knew that by her answer and reaction.
He never saw anyone get so pale and he wished he could take a look in her mind and her heart to know her real feelings and not the ones she pretended to the world outside.
He knew there was someone who kept her heart closed.
The only question was who.
He was certain he would find out, one way or another.
