A Sometimes Beautiful Thing .. (standard:romance, 1326 words)
Author: Cryptic Writings	Added: Nov 04 2004	Views/Reads: 5199/2662	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
he keeps searching of his true love .. until ....

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be in one of those cars. I wanted that to happen so much. 

The bed was too big for just one person. I couldn't make myself stretch
out or sleep in the middle. I stayed on my side and pretended that you 
were with me. Some nights I could almost hear you breathing. I would 
roll on my side and want to say your name, but I didn't know what it 
was. I would just call you "Love." 

"Love?" 

You would smile at me. 

"Are you happy with me? Are you glad you waited for me?" 

You wouldn't answer. You'd just reach over and touch my lips and feel my
face. I could feel your hands on my face. You could feel my tears. 

"I love you so much." 

The years went by. I tried to imagine what you were doing. I knew you
were out there. I knew the person who's meant for me must be out there 
somewhere. It would just be a matter of waiting. I knew I could wait 
forever for you if I had to. I loved you. 

When my Mom died I was left to handle all the arrangements myself. It
had just been her and I, and we'd grown apart over the last twenty 
some-odd years. One Christmas she asked me when I was going to bring 
home a girl. I couldn't say anything to answer that. I couldn't even 
look her in the eyes the rest of the night. I wanted badly for you to 
meet her. She would be so proud of me. So proud that her son had such a 
wonderful woman. It would be perfect. 

But as I watched her being lowered into the grave, I didn't have anyone
standing with me. I didn't have anyone to show my Mom. I was alone. 

That night I cried. I cried because I didn't have you with me to hold me
and tell me everything was alright. I didn't have a hand to hold or 
lips to kiss. Nothing. I'd never had that and perhaps never would. 

Each morning I looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles around my
eyes were getting deeper. My hair had thinned and receded. I hoped you 
would love me. I hoped you could still look at my face and smile. 

"I want to see you smile." 

I can't. Everything in me hurts. 

"If you don't smile for me I'm going to have to turn off the TV and turn
out the lights," the nurse warns. I hate her. She is always trying to 
make me do silly things like smile or laugh. She has never felt pain in 
her life. 

Leave me alone. 

"Ok, there goes the TV. Goodnight, sir." She turns off the lights and
shuts the door behind her. My small bedroom disappears into the dark. I 
can hear her footsteps as she walks down the hall. The footsteps fade, 
and then all I can hear is the distant echo of my heart. A tear slowly 
finds its way to my pillowcase and dies. My world becomes quiet. 

I'm alone. 

It's dark and I'm alone. 

Why didn't you ever come, Love? 

I waited for you. 

I waited for you. 


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