Squirrel Love (standard:humor, 520 words)
Author: The St. John Lady	Added: Feb 12 2012	Views/Reads: 2860/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A short love story written as an entry to a competition that I won. The company was Steffan's the Jewellers in Northampton, UK. She was meeting the man of her dreams, he was the shy guy with the bad reputation; meeting and falling in love with the best ki

Nervously I sat waiting for him to show, my stomach in knots; much like
a lovers Celtic knot. My insides were all tight and strained, like a 
ring that has outgrown its owner.  A million and one thoughts went 
through my mind, not least would he show up; one of my great fears 
which were aided by my great weakness ~ my lack of confidence. But my 
thoughts were like a million and one diamonds, and as soon as he walked 
into the bar those diamonds and their bright sparkle paled into a dull 
nothingness; the light in my eyes could easily light the way forward. 

Had I really been longing for this moment? Was this going to be all I
had dreamed it would be? Will the moment last? What if the feelings 
were not there? The doubt was there, ever present; much like Steffans 
itself ~ something I will always find in Northampton, like an old 
faithful friend; never one to ever let you down. All my fear and doubts 
came crashing to a head, my heart too full to speak; my mind not 
focused on what was so clearly in front of me. I was overwhelmed, like 
a kid in a sweet shop; or more likely a woman in Steffans with a 
limitless credit card ~ I wanted so much, but could say so little. 

And just like when a Mother knows what her child has done wrong, he
clearly knew; he could sense it. And without another word, he took me 
into his arms and held me fast against his chest; no words being needed 
as I simply melted into those strong arms of his. As he continued to 
hold me against his solid frame, we begin to kiss; a true lovers kiss. 
The type you hear about in fairytales and see in movies, the kind that 
makes you go weak at the knees and makes your heart sing. Like a string 
of pearls, they are timeless and scream class and style. As we softly 
pulled apart I could still feel his closeness, his smile was warm and 
his touch tender. 

Our gaze locked upon each other, his big beautiful brown eyes telling
all I needed them to say; my own eyes transforming the need for words ~ 
he already knew me so well anyway. We must have stayed like this for 
hours, our friends came and went; the punters came and went ~ like 
other jewellers, many will come and many will go; but Steffans will 
always remain ~ nothing and no one seemed to matter to use. And as the 
moment between us grew, the words formed in his sweet beautiful mouth; 
he had to say it ~ he knew that it was a now or never moment. Pulling 
me closer to him, I could feel it too; I knew this would be the moment 
everything in my life had been waiting for. Taking a deep breath, he 
slowly opened his mouth, pausing slightly before he spoke those 
momentous words he had been longing to say... 

“There are kamikaze Squirrels about on the loose!”


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