Liesbeth Leysen, MSc. beBee Brand Ambassador en Love and Road, Communications and journalism, English Product Content Management (International Ecommerce I Wholesale) • Wholesale Industry 14/6/2018 · 3 min de lectura · 1,1K

He Wrote Her On Messenger

The pedicure specialist touched her feet gently. With utmost care. Toenails in awe. Like she was. Skin in love with every movement. She never had a pedicure before done by a man. He was dressed in white. His tan skin celebrated the difference in colors with elegance. Positive and outgoing, his vibration. It made her happy. He listened to her. She kept on talking. About almost everything that occupied her thoughts and feelings. Now and then he smiled. He adored it when clients felt at home in his hands. The scent of the products made her return to the present moment more than once. 

He got a sudden phone call. His voice was calm but brief. She noticed how the expression in his face changed. It seemed a serious matter. His eyes went from the left to the right and to the left again. Almost a game of table tennis. It went on and on for minutes. Then he got pale. His eyes showed sadness. His positivity was hijacked by melancholy. She felt his pain. Sensitive as she was. Her feet missed his warm hands. They longed for more touch. The call ended abruptly. He looked at the ceiling.

Patiently she waited. Until his presence returned in the room. He took a white towel and said nothing. Continued the pedicure. The silence was awful. She hoped that he would regain his joyful state of being. He opened his mouth. A voice tried to make sense of what just happened. His words got lost at first. Stumbling. She felt compassion for him. Wanted to hug him. Yet, he was a professional. Giving her a pedicure. Nothing less, nothing more. Then the roles changed. While holding her toes in his warm hands, he opened up and told her his story.

'I am truly sorry', he started the conversation. 'I was talking to my girlfriend', he continued. She felt his pain once again. Then he explained how they met a few months ago. He saw her picture on Facebook and got blown away by her beauty. Then - in an instant where thoughts seemed to be redundant - decided to write her a cute message on Messenger. After 12 days she replied. He remembered it as if it was yesterday. Happy as never before. A man's hunt with successful outcome. At least at the start. 

Soon after their first meeting they became lovers. He was in heaven. As if he had met an angel. A sweet being with a love capacity that was hard to find these days. She was in heaven too. Love at first sight. The deeper love. The one you only find in romance novels when you have the patience to go through the whole story. The pedicure continued while the story got longer and longer. She just listened to him. Curious about what made him so sad. The clue was about to come. Her ears became very attentive. 

Her horse with the name 'Faith' had to undergo a severe heart surgery. Today at 10:00 am. She was passionate about horse riding. It was her first love. There was almost no hope, yet the vet decided to do one more try. Miracles do exist. Now and then they become reality. She cried on the telephone. Her sadness was contagious. He could not stand it when she was on the other side of the sun. She needed him now. He had to do his pedicure. His clients were waiting for his service. He wished that he could hug her right now, when she needed it most. His sweet little angel.

The clock ticked. With a serious attitude. 10:00 am. Minutes passed. They both looked at each other with a serious expression in their face. His phone rang a second time. First no words on the other side of the phone line. His heart almost stopped beating. Then her voice answered his prayings. 'He made it', she whispered. She cried again but for happiness. He started to cry too. His client followed. They were all crying now. He said that he loved her deeply and then they all smiled. With a happy song he left his client. She called her boyfriend to tell him how much she loved him. He smiled.


By Liesbeth Leysen

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Author's note: the sound of love https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ANkTtntJiMQ

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About the author:

Liesbeth Leysen (1971) was born in Herentals, Belgium, to Belgian parents with French, German and Dutch blood. She grew up in Mol, Belgium, but as a global quadrilingual EN-FR-DE-NL business professional with a master in translation (Belgium) she spent a decade of her life in Germany (practical work experience), Luxembourg (4 years) and Switzerland (5 years). She returned to Belgium in 2015. 

Her strong interest and passion for coaching and excellence in leadership and management resulted in a certified executive coaching certification at the Goldsmith Stakeholder Centered Coaching' (US) and a Master of Science degree in International Management (UK).

Furthermore Liesbeth loves to learn and to apply helpful insights from multiple behavioral sciences such as psychology and anthropology to dismantle self-imposed and forced limitations in order to liberate the full potential of the individual. 

As a little girl she was in love with books, she just could not stop reading. She is actively involved as Published Author, VIP and Brand Ambassador at beBee. Grateful for her own joyful reading experience, Liesbeth wants to set the hearts of her audience on fire.

Liesbeth discovered that her passionate purpose in life is to make a difference with truthful and emotional cinematic storytelling. She is enthusiastic to learn to master this craft more and more. Success starts with taking that first step in the right direction.

Liesbeth always follows her heart and her dreams. The driving force throughout her life is the awareness that we are the only one who can make our dreams come true. Therefore we need to embrace the role of movie director, assume full responsibility for our choices, decisions and actions to create thoses scenes that really add meaning and fulfillment to our lives.

“You have to really be courageous about your instincts and your ideas. Otherwise you’ll just knuckle under, and things that might have been memorable will be lost.”  - Francis Ford Coppola

https://www.amazon.com/Liesbeth-Leysen/e/B074VZ232X 



#12 @Geoff Hudson-Searle both of your comments contain pure wisdom, thank you for having shared them here. When we have faith in life and in miracles, doors open where we thought they would remain closed.

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Geoff Hudson-Searle 15/6/2018 · #12

Old wise words....
Miracles happen to those who believe in them. In order to be a realist you must believe in miracles. Seeing, hearing and feeling are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.

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Geoff Hudson-Searle 15/6/2018 · #11

Another wonderful piece of authorism @Liesbeth Leysen, MSc. beBee Brand Ambassador I believe that miracles do exist, like all miracles you need to be careful what you wish for and exactly how much do you want the dream, the purpose can be yours, if you really want it enough. 

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#7 @Bill King wow that paragraph of yours, tells so much about you and your love for your son.

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#8 so true @Jerry Fletcher well said and that light, comes also from you!

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Jerry Fletcher 14/6/2018 · #8

LIesbeth, Compassion...another form of love. Thank you for brightening another day.

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Bill King 14/6/2018 · #7

Just before reading the Buzz @Liesbeth Leysen, MSc. beBee Brand Ambassador I went for a walk and stopped at the field on the edge of our community as I often do to spend some time with a couple of good friends. Today for some reason I pulled out my phone to take a picture. For eight years I have taken the same walk, sometimes alone sometimes with my son, never thinking to take a photo. I can't add the picture to my comment so I'll post a buzz and tag you. Some may not believe in synchronicity, they're missing out on a lot of wide eyed wonder. Thank you for the share.

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#5 super sweet thank you @Debasish Majumder our wonderful poet bee!

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