He avoided her for several days and she knew it. The pain on her face made him cringe, and he wasn’t sure who was hurting more. He thought about quitting the volunteer work at the museum, even though he loved it. She did ask him about going to the coffee shop each evening, but he would always make up an excuse, or even a lie, anything other than telling her the truth. They would never be able to go for drinks, anywhere. He was devastated that he had caused her pain. Megan’s pain turned into anger, and at the end of the week, she planned to let him know, that without question, he was an idiot.
It was at closing time when she found him off by himself, brooding as normal, (which made her even more angry). He was once again looking over the collection of Impressionist paintings. She walked up to him and said with all the venom she could muster, “How dare you!” “How dare you mess with my emotions like this!” He turned around with a look of shock on his face. She continued with, “Who do think you are?” He needed to stop this madness, and stammered “I…” and that’s all he could say because she interrupted with, “I don’t ever want to speak to you again!”, then she turned and walked away.
“Megan!” The sound of his voice stopped her in her tracks. “I love you Megan, I was going to tell you everything tonight over a cup of coffee.” He walked up to her, and looked her straight in the eye. “Please forgive me. I just don’t want to fail – again” . He continued, “But I can’t stand the pain of losing you”.
She softened immediately, and just stared at him. This is exactly what she was hoping and praying for. “Ok” she said. “Let’s get some coffee”. A smile returned to her face for the first time in days.
When they sat down in the coffee shop that night, it was one of the best times of his life. He told her everything, but especially about his marriage failing 20 years ago, and the heart aches he caused from drinking. He was ashamed of the drinking, and he was afraid of being a failure – again. She had tears in her eyes as she listened, it all made sense now. He was not looking for sympathy though. He just wanted to be a success this time.
Surprisingly she told him about her failures as well. She never married because no one was ever good enough for her. She had boyfriends, but would never allow anyone to get close enough for her to love. It took her years of therapy to understand this. Now she was open, and willing to take the chance.
They talked for hours without even realizing it, and closed down the coffee shop. On the way out the door she invited him to another concert – sort of. “I play the violin and we are having a recital!”. “You what?” “That’s amazing!” She explained that she had started taking lessons about two years ago. He had always wanted to learn the cello, and he told her so as they walked to her car. He was beaming.
When they embraced at her car, they both thought about spending the night with each other, but said nothing. He held her close, and rubbed her back. Then he thought he should wait on spending the night, but he did say, “Can you imagine us playing a duet together?”
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