Jasmine couldn’t believe what an awesome day it had been.
She never would have imagined when she woke up this morning that her outlook
would be so much brighter. She was having a wonderful time hanging out with
Edgar and catching up. It was so good to have him here.
Now she was looking forward to seeing David again. She
missed him so much and was so grateful to her father for opening her eyes. How
could she have ever walked away from him? She knew that she loved him with all
her heart and just wanted to be with him to face whatever the future might hold for them.
I pray that he forgives me, she thought, as she drove to his
apartment. After she and Edgar had returned from the beach, she knew that she
just couldn’t wait any longer; she needed to see him tonight. She thought of
calling but what she had to say she wanted to say in person. She wanted to look
into those beautiful eyes and tell David what was in her heart: that she loved
him and never wanted to leave him again.
But as she pulled up in front of his place and parked her car, Jasmine felt butterflies in her stomach. Would he even want to see her? What would he say? Would he close the door in her face? He was the most kind-hearted, caring person she had ever known, but she’d hurt him. What if there was no second chance?With her heart beating faster and faster she slowly made her way to the elevator and up to David’s floor. As she walked down the hall she said a silent prayer and then, taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.
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David didn’t know how long he’d been on the beach. It seemed
like hours. He’d been fighting to deal with the hurricane of emotions that had
taken hold of his heart and mind. He’d walked along the shore and prayed for
strength and peace. He’d prayed to move on. After a while he began to run.
Somehow running always seemed to calm him and help him clear his head. So he
ran until he couldn’t run anymore. And then, with his body limp from
exhaustion, he made his way back to his car and began the drive home.
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Jasmine didn’t notice David drive into the parking deck just
as she was leaving. Making her way back to her car, she felt dejected. She’d
knocked and knocked but to no avail. She’d even waited in the lobby, hoping
that she would see him come in but it was no use. Now driving home she decided
to call him. As his voicemail began to play Jasmine couldn’t help but smile:
“Hey, it’s David here. Leave a message after the beep.” Her heart leapt at the sound of his voice,
but now she was nervous. With her heart in her throat she said: “David…it’s Jasmine. I really need to talk to you…please call me. I miss you David.”
She felt so foolish leaving that on his voicemail but she
knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep that night unless she did. And now that she
had she was once again filled with anticipation and joy. She felt hopeful that
things were going to be okay.
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It was the next morning before David realized that his phone
was missing. He’d been so spent the night before, physically and emotionally,
that he’d gone right to bed. Actually,
he hadn’t even bothered with the bed but instead had crashed on the couch.
Now he was frantically searching for it. Where could it be? Maybe he left it in the car. But after checking he realized that he hadn’t. Think David, think, he said to himself. He was sure that he'd had it with him at dinner and then later at the beach. The beach. It must have
fallen out of his pocket when he was running! David closed his eyes as the
realization hit him. “Oh no…” he moaned. He thought about going to look for it
but he knew he’d never find it now. Besides being buried in the sand or washed
out to sea, it had also rained last night. David sank onto the couch and put
his head in his hands. Could the last 24 hours have been any worse?
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