I have her. I finally have her.
It took me years to find the appropriate time, but I finally did it.
Sheâ€™s all mine, mine for the keeping.
She and I will lead a happy life together. She will do the household
chores and I will earn the money, and we will have many happy years and
many children together. I love her, I really do. And she loves me.
She was reluctant at first, but I can understand that. After all I
did catch her by surprise. I think I did the last thing she suspected.
But one should always expect the unexpected, as I always say.
We were inseparable for many years, ever since I first met her. I
went where she went and was always by her side during the thick and the
thin. When her father died, I was there to console and pity. When she
went on her fist date, I was there to guide her. When she graduated high
school, I was there to congratulate her. I was always there nearby. Now I
can be near her for the rest of my life.
Sheâ€™s in the other room right now, still sleeping from last night.
And what a night it was! I was so overjoyed when I carried her
through the door, her head cradled against my shoulder. It was a bit rough
at the start, but I persevered and pulled through.
I am cooking her breakfast. Her favourite: Sausage, eggs, and jam
on toast. What a delicious smell! I canâ€™t wait to surprise her! Home
cooked breakfast in bed, what a surprise it will be! Good God, how I love
her! And I can only imagine how much she loves me.
There she is, still sleeping soundly on the sofa where we spent the
night. Stepping over the odd piles of clothes, I walk over to her side. A
small sip of water and she, my own Sleeping Beauty, wakes!
My heart skips as her eyes flutter open and look around; my breath is
stolen by her beauty! She looks wildly around her until the wonderful
memories of last night come back to her.