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By ~Harem~ Date: 2004 Dec 02 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.02.09.54.9497]] |
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It was our very first Wedding Anniversary. I was so excited, since you told me that you had a wonderful suprise for me that night. We went to a delightful Italian Restaurant that held special memories for us both. The stage was set and the candles were lit. You dressed to the hilt with a new suit and tie, and your crinkle crisp white shirt with the pleated shoulders which expanded when you flexed your muscles. And I, in my new leopard lace, as you leaned across the table to extend your hands to mine. The room was aglow with our mystery moon smiles. We could feel the stare of fellow diners as they supped on their meals and you sipped on my finger tips. We drank softly and deeply into each other's eyes.... and the sparkle that flowed into the air, made people stare, at us. Our dinner was only half through, when you decided it was just the right time to open your surprise gift to me. I had visions for days, of the gift you would give me. A token of jewelry, perhaps lingerie, a new perky puppy, or a black negligee ? Maybe a voyage, to some foreign shore, could it be some sweet perfume, or maybe much more ? The possibilities were endless, and the feelings intense. You got up and held me, to reveal your surprise..... You whispered your secret, that brought tears to my eyes. I could hardly believe it, as I fell to the chair. I collapsed with the secret that you poured in my ear. And what was this gift that you gave on that day ? The First anniversary of our Wedding Day. That wonderful surprise that I had waited to know, was the very last memento that you gave me to go. Not a ring, nor a necklace, nor even a box of candies. No fantasy vacation or even lace panties. But alas, my dear reader, You'll die when you find that his gift to me that night was rather unkind. His Phalangical Gift was his decision to drink, to return to his bottle, after three years of sobriety. This time, he would do it right, with style, with control. And Control it did, for he took that first drink, then the drink took and drink, and then the drink took him. And now he still wonders, and still asks me why - I live faraway, and I never do cry.... when he speaks of our love and how right it would be. for me to forgive him, and for his returning to me. But, I have surprises and gifts of my own, They don't include him, so I tell him, "Go Home". ` * After years of watching him selling Buicks at the White Wishing Well..... I refused to return to that scene.........*Barf, *Barf ` |