“There is only one thing worth living for, one thing worth dying for, and one thing worth every breath of my being, that is love. My darling, how I miss you. It seems like forever since I have seen you; you are forever away, forever miles, and it would take forever to get to you. But hope still keeps me warm at night; I am hopeful that I will see you soon”
Sara walked into her suburban home, “Dad what are you yapping about now?”
With the most ancient sound of excitement he shouted, “Hey baby girl! How was your day, saving the world one mental case at a time?”
“Daddy!” She wined at his comment as she always does. “I told you not to joke about my patients. Besides, I actually had an interesting one today.”
Her father now was interested, “Oh really? And how is that?”
“I can’t tell you, silly goose!” She always played with her father like this nowadays; she didn’t know how much time they had left together, so she decided to give every moment a smile. “What are you doing?”
“What I always do sweetheart. Painting.”
“Painting?” Sara walked over to her father, leaned over and hugged him from behind. “What are you painting?”
“Oh well I thought today that I would paint flowers. Calla-lilies seemed to spark my interest today.”
“Well that’s nice.” Sara kissed him on the forehead, then made her way to her computer to check her email before she went off to bed.
Hey Sara,
I believe that I left my wife’s wedding ring in your office. I was hoping that you had it and that we might be able to meet up so that I can get it from you. I have flexibility with my writing schedule; so whenever you are free, just let me know.
Also, I was thinking, since we were talking about Mary so much in our session, it would probably be good for you to know how we began our relationship. We first met in a bookstore. I remember that I noticed her, but I was not really impressed with her looks, I thought of her as just decent, at first sight. She wore a fitted ball cap and sweat pants, not really the most attractive outfit.
I was stuck in the Romance section, I am a fiend for Nicholas Sparkes; I began thumbing through a few of his novels. I picked up my favorite work of his, The Notebook, a classic piece of writing that inspires me in both my professional and my social life. I used to actually dream of one day having a love like that of Noah and Allie. My deep recollection of what I hoped my life to be, was interrupted by the sweetest voice, it was Mary. She has that kind of voice that could ease your mind and put your soul at peace. It was nothing sexy, but surely it was soothing.
“I didn’t know that guys read these kind of books.” She was refreshing; her voice seemed to come from heaven and then I took a look at her. I still was not impressed with her entire image, but she sucked me in with her eyes.
I stuttered with my initial reply, “Well, I am not most guys.” This would have been a smooth line if I didn’t stutter. I didn’t feel bad because she giggled at my nervousness and answered slickly, “I usually get that way when I’m around pretty girls as well.” I shook my head at the arrogance of her comment, but that is just how she is, a sort of cocky funny.
Yes she was pretty, but not that of my taste, though I did love her eyes. I usually am attracted to the model type of women, tall thin, and radiant beauty. But, I always seemed to get lost in her blush brown eyes every time we met. To me, her eyes were the tunnels to heaven, I saw angels with every glance. The mixture or her eyes and voice, gave me reason to continue talking to her. No matter what else she would say, I had the perfect opportunity to stare at her eyes or just listen to the peaceful sound flowing from her mouth. So I sat selfishly indulging in her attributes.
We continued to talk for about another hour, about how she was working on decorating her new house a few miles away. For some reason she was able to keep my attention, even though I am the biggest protestor of HGTV. This somewhat amazed me though, how this small lady could work on a house all by herself; it peaked my interest and I wanted to see it once she finished. I had actually begun to like her after one conversation. Her personality had overshadowed my doubt in her beauty, and that was special to me.
We had decided to meet up for drinks later that evening. It was a Tuesday night, and I decided to go to a bar downtown; this same night is when I fell in love with Mary. A psychic could not have prepared me for the night that was to come before me.
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