Today
December 24th,
Dear Diary,
Today, is the fifth day I have waited here. Every day I have been drawn here, to this coffee shop, although I'm not sure what it is I'm waiting for. Something or someone is pulling me here every afternoon at four and won't let me leave until six.
Today, like every other day, I purchased a large hot chocolate with chocolate sprinkles, taking a seat at the same table in the window. I have spent my time people watching and trusting that something, somewhere has a plan for me; a reason for me to be here.
Today, like every other day, the same tall, gorgeous man arrives at five and leaves at the same time as I do and I wonder if he is married or in a relationship. After pushing his gloves into his pockets, he drags his beanie off, revealing a head of hair that's a riot of messy, bronze strands and I watch out of the corner of my eye as he runs his fingers through it. My breath catches in my throat and I wish my fingers could do that, too. His square, scriff covered jaw intrigues me as do the pouty lips and the green eyes above it. I wonder what that scruff would feel like against my skin, my thoughts drifting to the erotic. I can feel my face flush at those thoughts but I am helpless to halt them.
Today, I have the feeling that something is different, something is about to happen. As if he heard my thoughts, Mr. Gorgeous, having paid for his drink, turns to look around the coffee shop for a seat.
Today, the coffee shop is busy, probably because snow has begun to fall and everyone wants to sit where it's warm and watch it, as I have been doing for the last thirty minutes; watching it settle for a White Christmas. His gaze slid over me and his mouth lifted in a crooked smile as he headed toward my table.
Today, he spoke to me. "Is this seat taken?" he said, his voice at once strange and familiar.
Today, I answered him and clearing my throat, I murmured, "Of course."
Today, I was determined that, for once, I would take a chance and spoke again. "My name's Bella Swan."
Today, his smile widened and he answered me. "Edward Cullen." And his hand covered mine in greeting. At that first touch, skin to skin, I knew him and I knew he knew me.
Today, we didn't leave the coffee shop until ten.
Tomorrow, we will be together and all the tomorrows after that.