Suddenly, the
door opened. I thought it was Mrs. Frost
“C-A-T-H-Y” the subtle voice called out, the
familiar one, it was Jeff’s.
My eyes yearned to see him, even as I thought,
pulsations were set racing into mystified reality. His handsome, elegant frame
was carved out of the dark. Those athletic Hands of his lent out to me. My hand
rested on his. Subtle with care he brought me close to him. Sweet fragrance
swept past us with the cupids work aloft. Embedded against the black star lit
night, his caring glance swept all pain from my heart. That small touch made us
feel ecstasy.
He spoke, “I pray upon your pure eyes, that makes me
melt each time I see you; upon the lips, softer than the red velvet roses; the
skin that glows even in this dark; the flowing tresses’, like a river of the
night; those hands of yours on which I place mine, I promise to never leave
you, my love! The vast oceans, the huge mountains, the varied creations, these
seem meaningless without you! I love you! Will you be mine forever?
As we drew our lips apart," Jeff! Without you
the day dawns, but without the sun, night sets which is nothing but darkness;
you are my sun, who set my heart racing with love, my moon who makes me glow! I
love you Jeff!”
Resting on his shoulders, I realized that if he had
not left that night the bond we shared would not have deepened also that Jeff
was the reason that things never worked out between me and other men, including
men whom I met even before Jeff.
Six months from them dressed in white, I married
him, just like Ellen and Julie; Jeffery and Catherine were pronounced man and
wife. Was it a happily ever life after that?
Well , sounds so, until yet another letter came …