Insuring Love, With a Beautiful White Dress
I was always
Considered the “nice guy”
Caring, compassionate, Respectable.
Yet still with no one to fancy
My friends all too impatient shouted:
“Go talk to her!”
They chimed, eagerly jabbing their
Thumbs in five different directions
At five different
Women
“I’ll pass” I reply
And take another sip of my jack on the rocks.
“I’m just not interested in anyone
At the moment,”
I lied.
“You’re such a chicken”
“You need to move on”
“She was years ago”
They all poked at me
Just like in college.
It was true,
I was in love once.
A beautiful red head
With cherry blonde hair
And an innocent stare.
I fell asleep that night
Thinking of you, we, us.
How I tried so desperately to hold onto you
But you simply walked
Away.
My heart shattered
No medical center could
Ease my pain. No settlement
Could erase the shame
Of losing you.
They were right.
I needed to move on
But I kept thinking
Maybe you, we, us
Could be together…again?
Morning dawns and
I ready for work
Still feeling the
Stinging sensation from the nightmares
Of last night.
The pain stopped; however,
When I saw her.
Long dark curly hair
Cascading down beside her
Beautiful face.
I saw her in the
Car ahead of me-
Reflection from the
Rear view mirror
Grasped my attention.
The dimples around her
Mouth perked up as she
Mouthed the lyrics of a radio song.
I could tell she was fun,
And out-going.
I had longed to find
The perfect woman
To share my life with
And there she was,
But still out of reach
There was nothing I could do
To reach her. My heart beat
Fast, and my eyes winced
As I knew there was no way
For me to get a shot with her.
I thought of my friends
How they always badgered me about being too nice.
I thought of my life,
My hard work and how I never do anything
For myself.
I thought of you
And how you walked out on me.
I did everything to hold us together
And you didn’t care, you just
Up and left.
I gripped my steering wheel tightly.
The light turned red and my heart like the traffic
Paused for a brief second,
Acknowledging my crazy
Ultimatum
I punched the gas pedal.
Flew my car right into her car’s back bumper.
The screech of metal on metal,
And plastic cracking as well as
People honking.
I raced out of my car,
She bolted out of yours.
“Are you crazy?” she yelled.
“Are you alright?” I stammered.
I fell in love.
She was a fiery one
I stared at her only acknowledging
Her beauty and passion, ignoring her
Incessant remarks on my careless
Vehicular incident.
Police showed soon enough.
We exchanged telephone numbers
And insurance information and left it at that.
There was no way I could bring about my
Truth to her at that time.
After work I called her and asked
To meet at a coffee shop downtown.
She agreed and it was planned.
I don’t know what I was thinking
But I bought flowers…
I showed up as she was sitting down
And walked up behind her, heart racing.
I almost bolted, almost ran away.
But she turned around and saw me
“You brought flowers?” she questioned.
After a few drinks
I told the truth.
She looked simply mesmerized
At what I had just
Stated.
“But why?” she asked.
“Because, because I never ever
Wanted anything so badly.” I replied.
“All I wanted was a chance to fall for
Someone again.”
She chuckled and grabbed my hand.
“You’re crazy... but cute.” She stated.
We parted ways soon after
But with a second “date”
Scheduled.
That was four years ago,
And now I am standing next
To the same long curly dark haired woman
Who captured my heart and caused me to do something outrageously dangerous.
Except today… she is wearing a beautiful white dress.
*Note To All*
Take advantage of what life offers.
You are all beautiful, amazing and talented people.
If something or someone makes you happy, tell them.
If that someone of something is out of reach (like in this stories case)
Then chase it till it is within your grasp. Life does not wait for you to make moves
If something is worth chasing. Go for it!
JP
Nice short story. Happy
Nice short story. Happy ending. Liked it.
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "