She came out of nowhere, and the first thing she said was, "I want to be your wife and I want to live with you forever." I stood there wondering who this amazing woman was, for I have never seen her before in all my life. I told myself "hey, she's pretty, and very nice," ... but how I knew all this in the two seconds I had spent so far with her, I don't know. We left together with my arm around her back.
I was young, what did I know besides the fact that a beautiful woman came out of the air so it seemed, and told me, an average boy, that she wanted to be my wife. Somehow I knew that I loved her, and it was ever stranger that I knew she loved me too.
We ended up at a hotel that evening. The room had a bed, desk, and all the normal things that a hotel room has ... I should know, being I spent many nights in rooms just as that one. There was something different about this room though, maybe it was the person I was with that made it that way.
We sat on the bed, and that's when we started talking. This was the only time we did talk since those first words came out of her mouth. I didn't know what it was, but my hands just started exploring her body; her face, down to her stomach, and then around to her back. She was beautiful.
She smiled at me, it was amazing. We talked more, and the more we talked, the more I loved her, and the more I sensed she loved me. We just spend the whole night talking, but about what exactly I can't recall. I do remember, though, at one point I leaned over and kissed her. It wasn't a sloppy wet one that most think people like, but a soft gentle kiss on the lips, and nothing more. The feeling that the kiss sent through my body was indescribable. I knew that this girl was the one.
We were together all the time after. If we were ever apart, our hearts would ache and long for that secure feeling we had when we were together. It was one of those lonely and insecure nights when a call came, it was her.
She called to tell me that the trains were running late, and she wouldn't be home when she thought she would. The thought that I had to go even more time without her ripped my heart out, but what could I do but tell her that I loved her and couldn't wait to see her when she did get here. As I hung up, the memory of the night we met filled my head.
I remember her walk, what she was wearing, how she smelled, and the sparkling look that was in her eye. She was perfect. The more I thought about her, the more I wished that she was here now. I told myself that she would be here soon, and that this anticipation would just make me appreciate her more when she was here.
It was getting late and she had yet to come through the door and smile that smile at me that said a million things all at one. That's when the doorbell rang.
I practically ran to the door, knowing that in a few seconds, my love would be in my arms. I flung the door open and just as I was about to say something, I stopped. This person standing before me was not my love, but a young boy. He must of thought something strange of me, because all I did was stand there, looking at him. Then he broke the silence and told me that a woman had sent him to give me a letter.
As I shut the door, my heart fell. I hadn't read the letter, yet I felt a terrible feeling inside me already, one that I had never felt before. I was afraid to open the letter because I didn't know what it would say. Hundreds of things rushed through my mind, none were of thoughts that were pleasant. My hands shook, and my head started to spin, all this, and I had yet to even break the seal of the letter.
Finally, I made myself rip it open, and inside was a tiny piece of paper containing a few sentences. At first my eyes blurred, I couldn't even read the words, all I saw was blurry handwriting. Things then started to come into focus, and I began to read what was written.
My Dearest Love,
I'm sorry that I called to tell you I would be home, but I had no choice, my time was coming to an end, and still didn't decide what I would do. Please don't hate me.
I fell onto my chair in a daze. I couldn't figure out what she meant, where she was, or when and if she was coming home. Things were going in circles in my mind, not knowing what was happening or what this was about. I wasn't even speaking in sentences, just mumbling things. I tried to remember the events of the last few weeks, see if there seemed to be anything wrong, something I did, or something I didn't do. I hated how I felt, the confusion, the sudden loneliness that seemed to overcome me, I hated the whole feeling. I struggled to think what this was about, but my mind would only draw a blank.
We were so happy together, I could not think of a single thing that could tear us apart, though to me, obviously something that I never thought of before, has. What was I going to do, the fear and the panic were starting to kick in and a new fear came over me, and I almost went crazy at the idea of never possibly seeing her again. Then doorbell rang again.
At first I didn't hear it, in all my rage and anger, yet sadness and fear, I became totally unaware of things around me. The broken lamp that laid in pieces on the floor was a good example of this. I walked to the door and half way there the doorbell rang again, the visitor seemed impatient. I was afraid to answer the door, I didn't know what let downs this visitor would bring. I opened the door and looked up to see but a familiar face.
The most beautiful woman I could ever imagine was standing there, holding what appeared to be a garment bag. She smiled and said, "I want to be your wife, and I want to live with you forever."
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