Love Comes Easy
Love Yourself to find Love
What is Love To You?
The beautiful blue sea holds the eyes to too many tourists.
Forty kilometers away from the main town, lays Dubrovnik, and a great experience in the countryside away from the busy streets.
Surrounded by tall Cypress trees and the many other different green trees that make this part my world so special.
Life is not what she would have had expected.
Not knowing was her worst about the estranged place where she came to live at.
Have you been to Croatia and really loved it?
She wished for many things in her life but her confrontation here was a surprise. On the first Christmas she felt most lonely without her family.
It was not on her mind of what will be the present moments were her best moments of all.
Life is a series of moments and her moments said it all in a special way.
Each day was a new day to start her life and more and without her family loneliness set in but she knew how to handle that part of her life very quickly.
She wondered how she would make friends not knowing the foreign language well.
She had to learn the language to communicate and know more about her surroundings.
She held her breath when she saw the local people too much to say, yet not enough words. Her anxiousness held her back from talking a few foreign words.
Each morning was a challenge for her and eating breakfast was a hardly her choice.
As a child she had everything and a bit more, and now to a peasant life.
The young woman did not know that would make her feel different to the other people around her.
Sally was a professional woman spoke a good standard of English. Since her move to a foreign country nothing felt the same again.
The February wind was icy cold and she had to keep warm, which was a greater adjustment for the foreign woman trying to live her foreign lifestyle.
She arranged to meet a friend and had to get on the bus. A new means of transport for her was a change. The English-speaking friend made communication easier.
Connor did not wear a watch and had lost track of time.
It was a busy Friday morning people rushing off to work, meetings, shopping and performing daily activities. Sally in the middle of the crowd could not find her friend Connor.
Living in a peaceful town with a small community and people are friendly and quite hospitable. Connor glanced on the other side of the bus stop and saw a woman flopping off the end of the bus-stop. His heart gave a great leap.
Had she fallen?
The old lady with a gray hair screamed, ''My lord, somebody help her!''
All around people were looking at the bus-stop – staring at the woman lying flat on her face.
Connor pushed through the crowd. He felt a rush of adrenalin through his body as the sound of the bus took off on the busy street.
It was rather late to stop the bus something had to be done and fast.
''She is in bad shape!'' one of the passersby said to Connor.
A force from deep inside came over Connor like a wave just rushed in.
He did not have the time to think he had to do and with no choice.
As he got closer to the woman he could see her more clearly.
Others helped him save the lady from severe injuries and she certainly was a looker.
After showing signs of life again Connor kept on staring at her face he saw an intelligent woman and more of a business-like appearance.
He did not have problems meeting women but it was usually the enigmatic and more serious type of woman who would be taking a courtesy car to work.
Suddenly her eyelids lifted and exposed a pair of dazed green eyes, as her head rocked from side to side.
She seemed vaguely familiar, but after the many years living in Croatia, he felt most people on the planet looked familiar.
However, this woman did not look the same to him in his eyes he saw someone very different in many ways.
Connor had to go and leave the woman and asked the older woman with light gray hair to take care of her.
''You go on. I will see she gets home.''
As the next bus arrived Connor reluctantly boarded it. The memory of the woman's green eyes stayed with Connor.
Sally pushed off the guardsman away as he tried to help her to her feet. She grabbed her left arm as a dart of pain shot up it.
''You got to be careful, dear.'' The old woman cried out.
''You have had a bad fall – you were nearly killed!''
Sally looked down at the old lady, wearing a woolen hat and matching thick winter stockings with a basket in the crook of her arm.
''Where is my bag!'', she demanded.
The old lady looked around and picked up the cream leather Gucci bag off the ground.
''Here you go young lady. I don't know what happened to your hat.''
Sally grabbed the bag and with her other hand brushed back the stray auburn tresses indignantly.
''Thank you!'' she said to the old lady – without meaning a word of it.
The attempts of the people around to calm her down were in vain.
Sally was not exactly sure what had happened but remembered staring at the white tiles on the wall on other side of the bus-stop, feeling faint for one moment and in the next instant later falling forward.
Not only her left arm but her whole body ached after the fall. Her body felt like it was covered in bruises.
Luckily it was winter and she had been protected by her coat and padded gloves. The palms of her gloves were torn - she must have broken the fall with her hands.
She would stick to a cab in the future and now for a quick shower to wash out the episode out of her life.
''How did I get back up?'' Sally asked as the realization of what had happened to her finally took a grip.
''That handsome young man risked his own life and jumped down after you!'' said the gray-haired old woman.
''He was only just back on the street when that bus pulled in!''
Sally steadied herself. Did a complete stranger risk his own life to save hers?
She felt uncomfortable in the presence of these people – she had to get as far away from this nightmare situation as quickly as possible.
Her six-figure salary meant that she never needed to take public transport again and after this fiasco she had no intention of doing so. The entire experience was surreal.
But she was curious about the strange man who had rescued her from death.
She didn't generally believe that knights in shining armor existed – especially, as she was in the matchmaking business.
A pain shot through her left arm and she looked at the sleeve of her coat. She pulled back to study her watch as a trickle of blood dribbled along her wrist and onto the back of her hand. It was only then she noticed a huge rip in her coat.
''I can't believe we are really here!'' Janet exclaimed as she slipped off her four-inch heels.
She watched her companion Nicky nervously strip she herself had done a few seconds earlier. She was down to her shirt and jeans, and her watch was resting in the blue container.
The man in the crisp white shirt and dark tie nodded at her waistline and grunted.
''Your belt as well, madam.''
Janet leaned over and whispered in her friend's ear.
''Knickers and bra also, please madam!''
The security guard grabbed the pan filled with metal objects and shoes from Janet and glared at them with furrowed brows.
She smiled at him and gave a flick of her long blonde curls as she breezed silently through the security gate.
Nothing could dampen her mood – she hadn't been at the Croatian Airport with Nicky for many years. On that occasion they were students coming back from a long summer working in London to pay for their college expense.
They were both in completely different situations now and the break was well-earned.
''Would your brother like us to bring anything over?'' Nicky asked.
Janet clicked the roof of her mouth with her tongue – remembering stories of fellow students begging for Tayto crisp and Lyons tea from across the Atlantic Ocean. There was little nowadays that couldn't be got in either country. Except...!
''Damn, I forgot to get a couple of peppermint crisp chocolates!'' she groaned.
''Hang on – we'll get a few Crunches – that will do him!''
The preparations required before leaving her three children with their father for the next four days had left her little time to think about a gift for her brother Connor.
Nicky beckoned as the doors of the bar in Boarding Area B opened.
''Come on – let's have a little tipple before we board!''
''But it’s so early in the morning!'' Janet exclaimed.
‘‘Exactly and when do we ever get a chance to drink a nice crisp Sauvignon Blanc as this hour?''
They nodded in agreement.
The moments surprise you and you never know when you will meet up again.
Janet looked forward to seeing her brother, Connor.
''Hi, Connor we're here!'' Janet giggled down the phone excitedly. She longed to see her brother so much. It had been a good few years since he had last visited Croatia and she had only ever been to Croatia from San Islands a while back too.
Living in two different places and responsibilities got too much to cope with.
''Hey, sis! It's about time! Where are you?''
Janet craned her neck and looked out of the window. ''In the back of a cab through the city.’’ Will go straight to the hotel?''
It is a beautiful place and so much to take in from the greater countryside.
A fantastic view of the local bridge and the sea view is just what they needed.
The peace and calm of the Mediterranean Sea from the countryside did make them feel more than just pleased about their trip.
All the driving through the city and then the change of sight took them by surprise.
All friends finally meet up and Connor in the middle of it all.
Sally and Janet are good friends and Sally does not know that Connor is the brother of Janet.
Janet arranged to meet up with Sally.
Their lives have changed since the college days and the contact of lost friends have faded away.
Each moment felt like fast beat and somehow slowed down.
After each wave they drifted away.
They slowly drifted apart.
It felt like time was slipping by and they did not how to hold on to what they so much cherished over time.
People meet each for a reason you can call it fate I call it life.
Have you found love?
Are you in Love?
Love and let be
© 2014 Devika Primić