I can't think of a title

Ended Before it Started

(c)Julieta Casabuena Facto Moffatt - September 24, 2010

I can't think of a title.... what to write....I need inspiration(s) so to stimulate my brain cells.
Since last week, I am in limbo. What is the ending of my no beginning journey into reality
that don't have an origin of where my feelings from.

Feelings of the uncertainty but in so many ways, I know where my roots are and where I am
going for the very moment...because I know I am here in my room...tapping this laptop as if
the time is forever.

I have mixed emotions from late yesterday afternoon...waiting outside the shop for our bus
to come:
'Well, I am missing you that much, but I don't know what to do. I am that afraid to ask of
your where about....but GOD IS SO GREAT AND WONDERFUL. I am feeling so teary, then
a gentleman named B came out from your shop....walked towards me with a big smile...what a smile...

'Hello, darling Julieta, how are you? he said. 'I am fine, thank you.' I lied.

"I saw you the other day talking to a man...I am sure your heart pumping hard, like this.' B said as he put his left hand under his shirt and tap his chest.

'Which one? I can't remember. I didn't talk to anyone. There is only man, my heart will go the pump crazily as you did.' I replied without thinking.

'Who? D? B said with emphasized on your name, smiling at me sweetly.

'Yes.' I said proudly. Then I realized I let YOU OUT OF THE BAG.

'He was been very very sick, Julieta. Tomorrow he won't be here either. I don't know when he is
going back to work.' B feeding me with your situation and his kind thoughtfulness ended my whole day misery. I am sad to know that you are sick.

'B, well you tell him, I miss him.' I said as I walk with B towards your shop.

B stopped and looked into my eyes and said with seriousness, 'I WILL, I WILL TELL HIM.'

THOUGHT it was the end of my worries about you being sick....I was wrong. I became worst as the night progresses. I am thinking what you are doing? Are you okay...as you are living on your own
like me. I can't wait for the night to become day so I can go to Casuarina so to ask B, if he can kindly give me your home address.

The day came....cut the story short....I saw B....but he is so very loyal and business like person very professional. I know at the very beginning that he won't do it. I really salute B, for protecting your privacy. I know B was in between two hard rocks. My thought was I am going to send you a get well soon card....but it doesn't matter anymore now....You are in my prayers.

B again fell in me news about you. B didn't see you last night...he said that all you did is sending text messages to Mr. J stating that 'STILL SICK, MAYBE ANTIBIOTICS WILL DO THE TRICK AND THAT YOU WILL BE WORKING ON MONDAY.'

B had to divert our conversations to him talking to his mother in Adelaide...regarding swine flu, for the benefits of C....thanks B for your consideration...I know you don't want to put me on C's scrutiny...and foremost not to let her know that we are talking about you.

D, I know from the bottom of my heart, B is our friend! A friend we can rely on