THE RED ROSE
“Distance means so little
when someone means so much.”
There is nothing that can come in the middle of true love,because true love always finds a way.
And if one truly loves someone, then they will be willing to do anything and everything for them, no matter how hard it is to do it.
“I hate waiting,
but if waiting means being able to be with you
I’ll wait for as long as forever to be with you.”
A NORMAL BEGINNING TO A NORMAL DAY
“Hey Ezra,” I said into the microphone.
“Good morning Ella. You ready for school?” he asked.
“I can’t wait to finally see you,” I said.
“I can’t wait either. Your voice is beautiful, absolutely beautiful. So I’m guessing you must be really pretty.” He complimented.
I laughed, “Nah, not really.”
“We shall see. Okay I’ll call you when I get back from college. Sounds good?” he asked.
“Yep. Bye.” I said.
I ended the call and left for school, excited to finally be meeting him. We met online while playing 8 ball pool. We played two players and then we became friends. We played online for 5 months, and then we started talking. But I had never seen him, and he had never seen me.
But two days from now, we were going to meet. It was prom night, and we decided to go together. He lived in LA, and I lived in Ontario.
I really liked him, but I wasn’t ready for a long distance relationship. We had feelings for each other, and so we talked nonstop.
I went to school, and Mariana greeted me with a hug.
“So, how’s Ezra?” she asked me.
“He’s great! We’re meeting on prom night!” I gushed.
“OMG that is awesome!” she said, just as excited as I was.
“I know right. I can’t wait to see him. What if he’s a fat man with a long beard?” she asked.
“No, I’ve seen his muscles. He sent me a picture once. So yea, I don’t know if he’s gained weight since then,” I joked.
She laughed. “Well it can be a double date then. You and Ezra, with me and Jason. It’ll be perfect.”
“Yes it will. Okay Mariana, I got to run to class. See you at lunch?” I asked.
She nodded and we left for our classes.
The day went by with me day dreaming about him, his voice, and how he would look in reality. I went back home and me and Ezra spent the whole day on the phone, planning about or meeting.
“So what are you going to wear?” I asked him.
“Clothes,” he told me.
“Of course, but how am I going to recognize you? Please send me a photo.” I pleaded.
“Nice try, but no. You’ve waited for so long, wait a little more. I want it to be a surprise.” He said.
“Okay,” I said.
“How about,” he said, “I bring you a red rose. The guy with the red rose in his hand shall be me. Will you recognize me then?”
“Yes,” I said, excited.
And then we talked some more.
Days passed by in a flash, and it was time to go to prom. I was so nervous that my stomach started to hurt. I called Mariana and told her. She told me that it’s just nervousness, and that I’ll be fine once I see him.
I lay down for a bit, and I didn’t even realize when I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was two hours late for prom. I quickly got dressed, glad that I had straightened my hair earlier this morning.
I grabbed a cab, completely forgetting about the dangers of being kidnapped.
I went inside, and saw that almost everybody was gone. Everything was clearing up. I went out into the parking lot, feeling devastated.
But there, I spotted him. The most handsome guy I had ever seen, looking dull, and a red rose in his hand. I ran over to him.
“Hey,” I panted. “Would you like to accompany me to a dance?”
He nodded; smiling and I went inside, led him to the dance floor.
“So, Ezra, how are you?” I asked, once his arms were looped around my waist.
Dancing to the beat of the music, with this beautiful man, was better than I imagined. He had jet black hair, and stunning grey eyes.
“I’m fine,” he said.
“Your voice sounded different on call, you know.” I stated.
“Why, don’t like my voice?” he teased.
“I do,” I said laughing, “it’s just different than what I heard.”
We danced and we danced, continuously for so many songs.
When the song stopped playing, I led him over to Mariana.
“Hey Ella!” Mariana greeted me, “where were you?”
“My stomach ache got so bad, and I didn’t know when I fell asleep. I woke up and rushed here.” I explained.
“This,” I said, pointing to Ezra, “is Ezra.”
Ezra shook hands with Ella, and muttered a “Nice to meet you.”
“And this,” I said, pointing to Mariana, “is Mariana.”
Jason came along, and I introduced him to Ezra.
“Hey,” Jason said, “I’ve seen him somewhere.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked Jason, “He came here from LA.”
“So Ezra,” I said, facing him, “why are you so quiet? You talk nonstop. You nervous?”
I laughed and we had dinner, with light conversation. We parted our ways, after exchanging phone numbers.
I went home and quickly called Ezra.
FINDING OUT THE TRUTH
“Hey,” his voice came, “sorry about tonight.”
“It’s okay. You were nervous, I get it. I had an amazing time, though.” I said.
“No, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. My flight got delayed. I’ll be here first thing in the morning.” He explained.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I’m so sorry if I let you down,” he apologized.
“You weren’t here tonight?” I asked.
“No, I wasn’t.” he said, “and I’m so sorry.”
“Are you sure Ezra?” I asked.
“Ella what’s wrong?” he asked, sounding worried.
“Promise not to freak out?” I asked him.
“I can’t. Just tell me what happened.” He pleaded.
I explained to him how I saw a man with a red rose, and we danced, and then he left.
“How come you never realized it’s not me?” he asked.
“He was very quiet. And that was unusual. I just thought he was nervous. And Jason, even said he had seen the guy somewhere. Now it all makes sense,” I sighed.
“Check your mail.” He said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Just check it,” he insisted.
I opened up my mail and clicked on the new mail.
There was an attachment, I downloaded it, and then opened it.
It was a photo of a guy. Hazel eyes, black long hair that framed his face, slightly tanned complexion. I was mesmerized.
“Is that you?” I whispered.
“Don’t like what you see?” he teased.
“You’re gorgeous.” I breathed.
“Thankyou.Your turn. I don’t want to make the same mistake that you did Ella.” He said.
“Fine,” I said, “check your mail.”
I went through my photos, choosing which one to send.
I sent him the picture me and Mariana took at prom today, cropping out Mariana.
“That’s you?” he whispered.
“You don’t have to act so shocked, you know.” I teased.
“Well darling but I am,” he said. “You are definitely beautiful.”
“Did you just call me darling?” I asked, my mind unable to get past that point.
“Yes darling I believe I did. Problem?” he asked.
“Nope. Not at all,” I said.
We talked some more, and the fake Ezra was completely forgotten.
I fell asleep, and woke up to loud banging on the door.
I got up to see my mom.
“Mariana’s downstairs,” she said.
I ran downstairs, rushing to tell her what was going on.
Instead I saw a gorgeous boy, the same one from the mail last night, holding a red rose.
“Ezra?” I asked.
“Ella?” he asked.
I took a step forward, awkwardly. He just smiled and pulled me into a light hug.
I smiled, unsure of what to say. I should’ve combed my hair, or changed.
“I didn’t know you’d come here so early,” I commented.
“You clearly didn’t,” he said, looking down at my pyjamas. “But you look cute, fresh.”
“Is this the guy you talk about all day?” my mom yelled from the kitchen.
“Yes,” I yelled back.
“I can see why,” she yelled.
Ezra smirked. I led him outside and we went to a diner close by. Mariana and Jason were meeting us there. I insisted she come, because I didn’t want to make things awkward.
“So,” he asked, once we were seated, “did the fake guy call you yet?”
“Yes,” I said, nodding, “but I didn’t answer.”
“I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” he said. “Can you please call him?”
“Now?” I asked incredulously.
He nodded, “and put it on speakerphone. Not because I don’t trust you, but because I’d like to know what that jerk has to say.”
“Okay,” I dialed his number and he picked up instantly.
“Hey,” he said, “how are you?”
“How are you?” I hissed, “Ezra? Or should I call you liar?”
“Look, I can explain,” he said.
“Well then please do because I’d like to know why you lied to me,” I snapped.
“I was lonely. My longtime girlfriend just dumped me. You were a pretty girl and you thought I was someone else, so I went along with the act. That’s all it was. Don’t make such a big deal out of it. I don’t even live here I live in Windsor I came all the way over for her. So you won’t be seeing me, ever. It was nice meeting you, though. That’s the only reason why I was calling you, to explain. Now that that’s done, goodbye Ella.” He said, and cut the call.
I sighed and deleted his number from the phone.
“I feel better now,” I said.
Mariana walked in with Jason, and her eyes widened when she spotted us.
“Okay you are way cuter than the other Ezra,” she said.
Ezra just laughed and said, “You must be Mariana. She told me a lot about you.”
I introduced Jason, and then we were all ordering. It was such a light atmosphere, all problems forgotten. I didn’t have to worry about the future. I didn’t have to worry about what this meant for us.
After dinner, Mariana and Jason left.
“So Ella,” he said.
“So Ezra,” I said.
We both smiled at each other, dreading what would be next.
“My flight leaves in a few hours,” he said.
I nodded, tears forming in the corner of my eyes.
“I like you, I really do. And I loved spending time with you,” he started. “But we’re miles away. I’ll give it a shot if you want me to. But you’re the one who told me you don’t want long distance relationships.”
“I don’t,” I said, confused. “But I don’t know. Guys like you are hard to come across, and I don’t want to lose you. I really, really like you. But you living in another country is just too hard.”
EVERYONE DESERVES A HAPPY ENDING
“I’ve been accepted to the university of Windsor.” He said, grinning.
“No way!” I exclaimed. Unable to stop myself, I reached across the table to hug him.
“You applied to that university too right?” he asked.
“So I applied too. Just 6 more months then I’ll be 4 hours away from you. If you do get accepted, voila!” he explained, “But if you don’t I think we can handle 4 hours right?”
I nodded again, feeling happier than I ever did.
“So now can we try this?” he asked.
“Yes, we can.” I said.
“So, Ella,” he asked in a deep voice, bending down on one knee, “Will you be my girlfriend?”
I bent down next to him, hugged him and breathed out a yes.
He tied a necklace around my neck that said “She’s mine.”
I laughed, and then rode with him to the airport. We hugged one last time, and he went to the airport.
Just as I was about to leave, he came running back.
“What happened?” I asked him.
“I forgot to give you something,” he said, grinning. He held out a red rose.
I laughed, and he left, waving. I watched as he disappeared into the crowd.
I’d have to wait just 6 more months. And then we could be together. I could feel him, talk to him in person.
Just the thought of him made me feel giddy with excitement.
Now all I could do was wait, and wait, and wait.
“Every minute feels like an hour
Every hour feels like a day
Every day feels like forever
But I will wait forever
And a day for you.”