Usually, when we read or hear about a love story, many of us are skeptical about these kinds of topics. We often think there is not any reason, if any, in our modern times, to believe in those nineteenth-century issues. I should say that I have shared this skepticism for many years. Despite this, I would like to think that in the bottom of our minds and fragile feelings we appreciate those love stories and even more: we would like to have one of those fiery romances. The complicated question is how to join desires and reality.
The story that I am going to describe in these lines, is a story that I lived as a spectator, and it was deeply soulful. I would like to think it is a sample about how our desires are complex and hard to express to the loved people. Returning to my story, I mean the story I am trying to develop, I must be clear that it is not precisely a story of mine, but a story that I witnessed, however since I saw the development of this story each day, step by step, every morning while I drank my coffee, I consider myself part of the story. I saw how this incredible couple used to hug and hold their hands firmly, while their eyes used to shine with deep emotion. I used to hear their expressions: “I really like to see you.” “I am going to miss you.” “See you tomorrow.” and many other tender expressions.
I should add that it was not the expressions in themselves, but the emotion and warmness that they printed in each word and sentence, and every look. My description about those feelings and emotions lived for weeks or months inside that Blue Café pales confronted with that reality.
Seen from afar, I can assure you it was a constant and reciprocal search as well as the hope of a new encounter, a kiss, and a hug. It looked like it was love, or at least remarkably close. In that couple there was no room for the laziness of words or the fatigue of a tiring routine. The only thing that was expected for that beautiful couple was that time was kind and allowed them to breathe to find themselves again every day.
I am quite sure I heard from his voice the deep happiness when she touched his hands, when she looked for him to hug him with pleasure and spontaneity. She told me that she enjoyed in a terrific way that search of their fingers, the search of their eyes looking for the best opportunity to enjoy each other and to hug with tenderness.
Unfortunately, in a sudden way and with not a reason to explain it, those lovely encounters finished. That space covered before by tenderness and shine was converted in an empty space. Of course, there were a lot of questions in the air, and I suppose seen from far, they were not able to go further, to ask, to clarify their doubts. I also suppose there was fear in both. No doubt, assumptions are fatal in any relationship, and this was the case. It was a matter of their ages what confused them? They were noticeably young and as far as I could notice with no earlier experience in love affairs. But I wonder, who is really experienced in such a feeling to have the best answer?
Any experience, I think, gives us certain skills to manage these situations, but this was not the case, so their paths forked. Finally, they were not able to say goodbye, “it was a pleasure,” “I was glad to meet you.” I do not know any phrase that might have best accommodated for their moment of goodbye. Farewells occur in the unexpected moment. I am sure we never know when the last word or phrase or kiss or hug is. They were not able to clarify their feelings and to express them properly, and it is something that even for me, as a spectator, hurts.
Her last words were: Will you come on Saturday or Sunday? He answered no. He did not say why. Then, there was silence, she turned around and taking advantage of the moment he left that place that was the space for their encounters and searches. I have been looking for the best explanation and trying to bring any expression that could explain that goodbye inside the Blue Cafe. What about this proposal? “I was afraid to hold your waist firmly as I did it several times”, “I was afraid to lift you with my arms towards my body and to whisper softly in your ear how much I cared about you”.
Right now, I am hoping that in any moment the story can be real… unfortunately only the freezing air and the pouring rain are outside the Blue Cafe. Just doubts remained in the place that the trust and dedication of their hearts should have occupied. “How sorry I am,” he could confess with a tear, or two, in his eyes. Likewise, she might be thinking about those days and shed a tear or two. Finally, I´d like to imagine his last words directed to that image of her inside his brain: “If I could see you again, I would ask you no to run, because I am going to hold you in my arms forever, and I am not going to let you go from my life anymore.” All this happened, the story and the memories expressed here, inside the old Blue Cafe!
