Soap Opera Sunday

November 4, 2007 - 8 Comments by Mishelle - Uncategorized

S O A P O P E R A S U N D A Y

A Love Story: Part I
(fiction)

She sat on the dock, looking out over the water, her mind wandered. She couldn’t stop thinking about him and how much of an impact he’d had on her life. She closed her eyes to dream.

They were young when they met. Their parents were friends and they often found themselves walking on the acres of forest that her parents owned. Sometimes they’d walk slowly and talk, other times they run swiftly and play, but every time they were together it was special. As the years passed, their walks evolved. Everyone thought they were just walking, but they were doing more than that, they were becoming lovers. They would sit under the broad oak tree, kissing, for hours. It never progressed, as they both wanted to wait for marriage. Oh how wonderfully romantic their kissing was, though. Their lips brought together by love, their eyes staring longingly, their hearts one.

He’d finally gotten up the nerve to ask her father if he could take her out on a date. A real date. The kind where he wore a tie, brought her flowers, opened doors for her, and kissed her gently when he bid her goodnight. When she fell into her plush bed that night she was dizzy. He made her feel so happy, smart, and loved. She knew that he was “The One”.

One late Sunday afternoon, they sat on the dock, and he gazed into her eyes. So many times he opened his mouth and he couldn’t form words, for nerves got the best of him.

He finally blurted, “Let’s take a walk! There’s something I want to show you.”

They got up and walked the trails of the forest by the pond, like they had for so many years before. Finally they arrived at the old oak tree. There, he took her hands into his, looked into her eyes, and then dropped to one knee. He continued to gaze into he eyes.

“I love you so much,” he began, “and I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re my best friend, and my life is what it is because you’re in it. I would be so honored if you would be my wife, eternally.”

Her jaw dropped and then her lips curved up to a smile. Her head spun as she felt her hands tremble. Tears welled up in her eyes, and then in his, as well. She tried to speak but all she could do was drop down the ground, her arms squeezed tightly around his neck, she whispered, “Of course I will be your wife. It’s all I’ve ever dreamed of since that first date.”

They embraced on the ground so securely that it was hard to tell one body from the other. Finally, they emerged from the woods to find her parents on porch, watching the sun set over the pond, waiting for their return. For he’d already asked for her hand in marriage, days prior to the proposal. Her parents couldn’t be more proud, and happy for their daughter and soon-to-be son-in-law. Their young love had blossomed. It was like a fairytale to them…

To Be Continued…

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