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ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-09-12 11:33 pm
ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-09-12 11:33 pm
Story time, w00t.
OH MY GOD, WHAT IF HE THOUGHT WHEN I SAID FORGET IT I MEANT FORGET COMING BACK? NO NO NO I DIDN'T MEAN THAT COME BACK MY BELOVED WAH I NEED YOU!! I'm sorry :'''(
"Hi, Sweetheart."
Her voice came over the phone in that same sweet, raspy tone it always did. I'd recognize it in a heartbeat. No one could ever sound like her. And even if I hadn't heard it in years, and even if I wrote her off and out of my life, and even if I hated her, her musical voice made my spirits soar. Every bad thought I had about her, everything I thought I hated about her... it all flew out the window of my brain (I could just picture little angry thought bubbles zooming out of my ears) and I loved her again.
The problem, as always, was my wife. I didn't marry her because I loved her, I married her because I had to. I was 27 years old and expected to have found a wife by now. And I liked her. So I married her. But I didn't love her. She made me happy, but not ecstatic. She couldn't cook and she hated cleaning, and she had annoying habits I couldn't put up with anymore. So I told her I had a buisness trip to go on.
And then I never came back.
It's not like I stranded her. It's only been three weeks. But I had to get away and find myself. I had to figure out what I really wanted in my life, and Lilah, the wife, was clouding that vision.
So I called Jane. Jane always knew what I wanted. She pushed me into art school even if I grasped onto the edges of the doorframe and refused to go in. But I did, and I graduated, and I got the best job I could have hoped for drawing for a comic book company. Even in high school I could count on Jane to pick out my classes for me. She knew exactly at what times to put each class, and she knew that I'd do better in Spanish than I would in French. She was always right. And she knew it, so she pushed me into everything even if I resisted. And I failed to realize, every time, that she was right and I was wrong. I thought I knew what I wanted in my life, but all I really wanted was for her to be there looking out for me. Society told me I was wrong for letting her be the boss, but it worked. Even if I was sick of her.
The one thing she almost pushed me into that I resisted was our wedding. She told me, one day, that I should marry her. And I looked into her gigantic brown eyes, and my heart melted. But my stubborn brain took over and I got up and walked away from her. I turned my back on the table and left. And it was a mistake. It took me a while to figure it out. But it was a big, big mistake.
And so when I wanted to know what I wanted to do, I called her. Because I knew she'd know.
"Sweetie? Are you there?"
I had to answer. But what could I say?
"Hello?"
I swallowed my pride. "I'm sorry. Forgive me."
"Forgive you for what, honey?"
"For not listening to you."
"But you always listened to me."
"Not last time."
A pause.
"That's alright. You can make it up to me. There's a restaurant I know you'll love. On 43rd street. The only restaurant on the whole strip. Meet me there."
"When?"
"How about now?"
"Now?"
"I work there, love. I'm on break now. I have an hour left before I have to go on my next shift. I'll be waiting outside. Bye."
She hung up.
I couldn't not go. I started walking. Before I knew it I was standing outside a restaurant called "Maria's Place". I wondered if Maria was an actual person.
But nothing about fictionalMaria mattered when I saw Jane. She looked almost exatcly the same as she used to look. Her hair was a bit shorter. But other than that, she was the same. And then she threw herself at me in the most loving embrace I had ever experienced and I knew no more of any world that existed outside of the bubble we were in now.
I'll finish it later (per-omise!) but I can't now because I miss my dearest one. :(
Ivyette @ 12:25 PM
"Hi, Sweetheart."
Her voice came over the phone in that same sweet, raspy tone it always did. I'd recognize it in a heartbeat. No one could ever sound like her. And even if I hadn't heard it in years, and even if I wrote her off and out of my life, and even if I hated her, her musical voice made my spirits soar. Every bad thought I had about her, everything I thought I hated about her... it all flew out the window of my brain (I could just picture little angry thought bubbles zooming out of my ears) and I loved her again.
The problem, as always, was my wife. I didn't marry her because I loved her, I married her because I had to. I was 27 years old and expected to have found a wife by now. And I liked her. So I married her. But I didn't love her. She made me happy, but not ecstatic. She couldn't cook and she hated cleaning, and she had annoying habits I couldn't put up with anymore. So I told her I had a buisness trip to go on.
And then I never came back.
It's not like I stranded her. It's only been three weeks. But I had to get away and find myself. I had to figure out what I really wanted in my life, and Lilah, the wife, was clouding that vision.
So I called Jane. Jane always knew what I wanted. She pushed me into art school even if I grasped onto the edges of the doorframe and refused to go in. But I did, and I graduated, and I got the best job I could have hoped for drawing for a comic book company. Even in high school I could count on Jane to pick out my classes for me. She knew exactly at what times to put each class, and she knew that I'd do better in Spanish than I would in French. She was always right. And she knew it, so she pushed me into everything even if I resisted. And I failed to realize, every time, that she was right and I was wrong. I thought I knew what I wanted in my life, but all I really wanted was for her to be there looking out for me. Society told me I was wrong for letting her be the boss, but it worked. Even if I was sick of her.
The one thing she almost pushed me into that I resisted was our wedding. She told me, one day, that I should marry her. And I looked into her gigantic brown eyes, and my heart melted. But my stubborn brain took over and I got up and walked away from her. I turned my back on the table and left. And it was a mistake. It took me a while to figure it out. But it was a big, big mistake.
And so when I wanted to know what I wanted to do, I called her. Because I knew she'd know.
"Sweetie? Are you there?"
I had to answer. But what could I say?
"Hello?"
I swallowed my pride. "I'm sorry. Forgive me."
"Forgive you for what, honey?"
"For not listening to you."
"But you always listened to me."
"Not last time."
A pause.
"That's alright. You can make it up to me. There's a restaurant I know you'll love. On 43rd street. The only restaurant on the whole strip. Meet me there."
"When?"
"How about now?"
"Now?"
"I work there, love. I'm on break now. I have an hour left before I have to go on my next shift. I'll be waiting outside. Bye."
She hung up.
I couldn't not go. I started walking. Before I knew it I was standing outside a restaurant called "Maria's Place". I wondered if Maria was an actual person.
But nothing about fictionalMaria mattered when I saw Jane. She looked almost exatcly the same as she used to look. Her hair was a bit shorter. But other than that, she was the same. And then she threw herself at me in the most loving embrace I had ever experienced and I knew no more of any world that existed outside of the bubble we were in now.
I'll finish it later (per-omise!) but I can't now because I miss my dearest one. :(
Ivyette @ 12:25 PM
Where do circles begin?
Nice story too as always though^^
"she threw herself at me in the most loving embrace I had ever experienced."
Love, luck, and lollipops
Re: Where do circles begin?
I wonder where I got the inspiration from?
Ivyette <33
Re: Where do circles begin?
Re: Where do circles begin?
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