I look over “Good she still asleep, my beautiful wife.” Yesterday was just another day for me, I was always ready for our forever. This is the one women I’ve waited my whole life for, not just a wedding day. I mean it was good and all, but really expensive. I want to give her everything she ever dream of or wanted. So she’ll be content with her decision when she realize she chose me.
I remember long ago seeing her on the playground. A ray of light catching her hair eternally creating an angel in my head. I would tell my friends that she was it, my one and only.
I could remember falling in Love with her, the time the day the year.
Everything in my Heart told me that this was something beyond mankind and she would be there place in my heart forever.
Even when she never looked at me over the years while we was growing up I’ve love her more and more. And I’m not talking about a selfish love, I wanted her to be happy so I never spoke of my feelings.
“I mean I tried to date other woman but my heart was never in it.”
“All I would think about was her, even when I had sex with somebody else.”
“Just thinking about sex makes me hard, I wonder should I wake her. After last night I’m pretty sure she’ll be happy. We was up until four this morning. It was worth the wait. Hell this was the longest I had ever been celibate in my life. Almost twenty-two months. I don’t even know how I did it.”
I guess they say if you really want something you do whatever it takes to get it. I think back to the weeks before when our kisses would get heated. It feels good just to be with her now. Holding her all over, “Man, I have to wake up her.”
Laying a cross and looking down as she start to move. I’m watching and waiting looking at her just to see her reaction. She seem happy at first. Then as I continue to watch her, everything starts to sink in.
She look over as I pretend to sleep. Looking as if she doesn’t recognize me as if she married someone else.
Why is she looking at my body and my head that way?
Hell I know I’m in shape because all those night without sex was spent at the gym.
Lost in my thoughts she get up and I say “Baby come back to bed.”
She races to the bathroom even with my head spending with hurt from her rejection. I hear the Door slam and the shower running as if she’s washing. Even when I know how much she hates showers.
Is this it the end when we just began, “Hell no I’m not going out like a suck when I know she love me.”
I jump up and knock on the door. And before I can think rationally my fear consume me and I’m threating to break the door down.