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Emery


The smooth contour of her body

Incredible

Sleek, shiny, long black hair

Spilling upon her back

Down to the bottom of her sweatshirt

Pale, flawless skin

Her most striking feature

Her piercing blue eyes

Her graceful movements

The tilt of her head as she smiled at her favorite

Cat, Boo

 

I fell hard for Emery the second I laid eyes upon her

She was scraping snow off of her Ford Explorer

She was barely tall enough to reach the middle

Of her windshield

I spoke softly and asked if I could help

Her blue eyes sprang at mine

“Absolutely, I really stink at this!”

She giggled and snorted after her response.

That was when I knew that she had to be

Mine.

 

For months we have communicated

I sent flowers, cards, books, and love notes

Her way daily

I love the way she laughs and smiles

At my gifts of affection

Her cheeks turn light pink as she cradles my thoughts of love

 

She’s like an alarm clock

Her schedule rarely changes

Yet another characteristic that I adore about her

I know when she sleeps, eats, brushes her hair,

When she falls into a deep sleep.

I love watching her sleep

She tucks her nose into the corner of her purple comforter

She lightly snores and prefers her left side

I have never been in so deep before

 

I was ready to take the next step

I purchased a sparkling, beautiful platinum ring.

After two years of bliss

I will ask Emery for her hand and make her my

Soul mate for all of eternity

 

I can barely breathe, speak, or stop shaking

She not only closed

But slammed the door in my face.

I could hear the lock click into place

My glasses fell and shattered on the front steps

My heart dropped

And I sank to my knees

What did I do?

What went wrong?

I racked my frazzled brain for an answer.

 

I knew it!

She wanted to be surprised, swept off of her feet

How lame of me

Shame on me

What a low life, despicable example of a

man

What a pitiful proposal

I will not let her down ever again

On my honor I will make this right

With the only woman that I have ever loved

 

She worked until 10:00 pm sharp

I set up hours earlier

Fresh peony petals sprinkled all over her bedroom

Lilacs cupped into a vase in the corner

A bottle of Chardonnay opened

And a small glass filled.

Room temperature, her favorite

Emery is going to be so happy

I feel such joy that I will be responsible

For her happiness

 

I turned off the lights

Eme arrived as expected

Punctual as always

I could hear her usual movements

Coat on the couch, purse in the kitchen, hair down, and next up the steps

Sweatpants.

She would always drop her business attire for

Sweatpants.

 

She paused in the hallway leading up to her bedroom

This was not expected

I could no longer hear her

Nothing can go wrong this time!

 

“Silly cat,” I heard her remark.

“You scared me!”

Deep breath…

She slowly swung open the door

 

SHE MESSED EVERYTHING UP!

I planned perfection

She ruined it!

Why in the hell would she cry?

Be scared of me

Be terrified

Be hostile

Toward me?

 

I was not intending to hurt her

I needed silence

She needed to shut up

A sliver of blood escaped her lips

And dripped upon the floor

I didn’t mean to do this

My love, my life, my reason for existence

I waited anxiously for her to wake up

To show me her beautiful eyes

To speak to my soul and tell me that she will forgive me

 

With a cry Emery awoke

Confusion was all that could be seen in her eyes

“Baby, I’m so sorry…

You know that I would never hurt you.”

Please forgive me

I need you

 

Her eyes met mine

Now I had her, my forever

Her gaze drilled a deep hole within my gut

“Speak, baby?  What is it?”

 

“This time,” her voice quivered

“They will never let you out.

“You are a pitiful excuse for a man.

HEAR ME NOW

I would never, ever, ever

Date you, lay my hands on you, kiss you,

Love you

You are a DEMENTED FREAK!

Let me out of this God damn chair!” she spat.

 

I silenced her for now.

She must be confused

Disoriented from her concussion

Tomorrow when she wakes

She will remember me

And our love

I will ensure that she remembers.

 

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