A His and Her Perspective romance about a love which their yesterdays could only imagine.
In the Princess’s hometown, they had something they called “street nights” in the summer where all the businesses stayed open until later in the evening.
The street was filled with strung lights, busied stores and bustling people. It was similar to the feel of a mall at Christmas time. The quaint little street of shops was rustic and small town in feel, for as big as the town actually was.
“So do you have a favorite store out of all of these?” Johnny asked.
She stopped dead in her tracks and looked up at him with an excitement in her eyes and an energy she was holding back, as if she were waiting for him to ask.
“And what is this store, Princess? Would you like to show me?” he asked as she nodded, grabbed his hand and took off running down the street.
He slowed her down, making her walk instead of sprint.
The stores they walked past – An Antiques store, Art Gallery, that token store which possessed the themes of gothic, mystic and psychic – all rolled into one, the Mom-n-Pops’ odds-n-ends stores (ranging from clothing to furniture to pharmacy) were all of no interest to her just then.
So what was her favorite store? “Forgotten Dreams” – a tiny little trinket and gift shop on the corner.
When they got to the store, her sugar “high” seemed to break and she looked up at the sign as if she were reflecting on a past memory.
She explained how she would often go to this store when her last relationship ended. She would be feeling depressed and alone, but it was the time she spent in this store that helped her see that she had a lot of things to look forward to.
They went in and she showed him a couple things which had encouraging quotes on them. She said she would come here every day and read them.
Then she handed him a magnet from the counter. The saying written on it took him back for a second. Setting the magnet down, he followed after her quickly as she had moved back to the stationery section. He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders as she picked up a diary from the display. What was written on the diary’s cover was also quite touching.
They looked at the small wall mirror picture in front of him. On it was written:
“You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.”
He walked over to the card display and picked one up. It read:
“There are two times in every man’s life when he is thoroughly happy; just after he has met his first love and just after he has found his last one.”
She walked up next to him and picked up another card from the rack, saying the last time she was in this store was the day before she sent him that first email. She had read this card just before she left. She handed it to him and his eyes became big and wide from what it said.
He bought the card and they exited the store.
At her motion, they headed back up the street in the direction they came from. What an overly-emotional visit it had been to that store and maybe they hadn’t totally realized it until they left, but she pressed up against his side in search of a security she needed. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close, another one of those little gestures which meant the world.
Her eyes were a dreamy mixture of reflection and resolution. She must’ve found closure with something when they were in that store. Perhaps it was the card. In due time, she would tell him, but he would let that be her decision because whatever it was, she had just let it go.
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