“I love you.” The words purred in my ears over the phone wires. My heart melted, as it always melted whenever I heard her voice. Warm, melodious, with a throaty chuckle that hinted at secrets to be revealed. The image of her, standing in front of me with that impish smile, appeared in my mind. I could practically feel her in my arms.
It was hard to believe the wedding was only three weeks away. I’d met her only a few months before, at an evening banquet while on a business trip in another state. I fell for her instantly while trying not to admit it to myself. I never believed in love at first sight and refused to be taken in by her charms. But I couldn’t get her out of my mind—driving in my car, sitting at my desk, brushing my teeth before bed at night. Those green eyes and long brown tresses kept tantalizing me from across the miles. Soon there were late night phone calls—1:00, 2:00 in the morning, savoring every word. Trying to hang up, only to have her tease me to delay with some interesting tidbit about her day. And her laugh, god, that laugh never failed to touch the very depths of my soul.
I started arranging business trips so I could see her. Not sharing the precious secret with anyone else, for fear of bursting the bubble. Escalating into a passionate love affair. And now, only weeks away, after the most incredible romance, the wedding.
She was marrying another man.
“What the hell am I doing?” I asked myself over and over again. I tried, sometimes desperately, to walk away from her. But I could not walk away any more than I could stop breathing. How can I explain it when hearing the voice of someone is more priceless than gold? When a phone call in the middle of the night after a long and exhausting day on the road is more precious than sleep? After countless times of trying to say good-bye, even uttering it on occasion, I gave in. I could no more walk away from her than a rich man walk away from his fortune. I threw myself full force into the fray, hoping against hope that she would one day be mine.
She was going to marry another man. I kept telling myself that, over and over, as she spoke to me. Wondering how I got myself into this situation. I’m madly in love with a beautiful woman who in three weeks is marrying another man. While she is also madly in love with me. I made a vow that I would say good-bye one month before the wedding. Seven days of phone calls later, I still haven’t said those fateful words. Would I ever? Would she ever? Soon, I kept telling myself, soon.
God, she loves me. I can feel it in my bones, in my heart, in that private place a man has that is his and his alone. I am a slave to her love as any man has ever been. I am a slave to the passion, the deep emotion that starts within the depths of a man’s soul, stirring deep, slowly filling the heart, the body, the mind and beyond, until all of me is fulfilled. Bound by it, encompassed by it, filling my every waking moment with such fullness and completeness that I would go to the ends of the earth and back again. I am filled by a passion that drives young men to write gallant poetry and musicians to write ballads of endless beauty.
I had loved before and lost, and was convinced that I could never love again. Then one day, she was there. Not just in my thoughts, but in my heart and in my soul. She didn’t just walk in, or gradually melt her way into my own private world; one moment I was alone, the next moment she was a part of me as if she’d always been. It seemed strange, yet so very familiar. Sitting next to me like we’d been married forever.
As I got to know her, I realized that she always was a part of me. I’d found her at last—only to lose her again.
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