There once was a young couple from Bennet. They met at her place of employment. He visited often and watched her politely; until finally, one day, he spoke to her. He asked her name and where she was from. She smiled and answered in a whisper. Gently, he asked for her number, she wrote it on a pink sticky note; and she stuck it to the palm of his hand. Later that evening, he called her; they talked on the phone for hours. This was the beginning of happiness, in a world they were about to discover.
Prior to finding him, she was alone; she was content. She spent many years hurting over old love once lost, rather than bask in the glory of her life. She eventually snapped back and lived everyday like it was the last. He was recently single; ended a relationship that he felt he shouldn’t have started. Although not comparable, both situations were touchy topics of conversation…
The relationship built quickly; they both fell in love hard. Their bodies fed off each other’s energy; making them never wanting to end their dates. The energy they shared was toxic; it became the air they breathed. The energy was ignited by the faintest sensation; leaving them filled with the spark of fireworks. She loved him, he loved her. She carried him in her spirit; praying for him daily. He battled silently with his faith. He wasn’t sure who to thank for her; he just knew he was truly grateful for her presence. Days turned to weeks, and so on, and all the while; the pair was constantly connected. Everyday was an adventure and they set out on a journey. He would come and take her to lunch, send her flowers, her favorite candy and chocolate. She excepted each gesture and embraced each loving moment. Her gifts to him were slow to start; she didn’t want to appear to be anxiously rushing. Over time, her gifts were nurturing; she grocery shopped and cooked his meals, rubbed his back at night; he works hard, she would clean the room that he rented and drop his laundry to the local dry cleaner; and at night, she was his beautiful, sensual, sexual fantasy. He craved her and she was moist for him.
All that glitters is not gold, and soon enough, all of the imperfections that carefully constructed their personality suddenly seeped from the seam. He was picky, particular and edgy. She was stretched out with strong emotions and opinions. She was a loaded pistol and although he was strong as carbon, there was something about her that made him weak, soft. They often joked that he’s the cowardly lion; both are Leo’s and share similar, fierce points of view. She was carefree; leaving everything to poor planning, incomplete sentences and mas hysteria. She lived for inconvenient timeframes and speeding through town. Although active, he was more reserved, quiet, slow to react, likely to be watching the movements in his surrounding areas. He was humbled by his topsy-turvy past and the tragic childhood he endured; it made him appreciate all she naturally took for granted. She was raised to never want or need; EVERYTHING was handed to her but she learned how to be humble from life and being thrown into situations; having to figure a way out on her own. He was her gift from the heavens.
Their love was infinite; bound by God’s super glue. Exes wanted him back; her back and they deflected the nonsense with a smile and a snicker; secretly, she loved the looks she received when he would kiss her lips in public. She would smile; a sinister smile and be moist below.
One day, he needed some space; not the “I want to break up” space, but the space required for a healthy relationship. She was pissed, confused and couldn’t understand why her subconscious wouldn’t allow her to accept what he was practically begging for.
“I need to sleep alone for a couple of nights!” He was adamant about this for the strength of their union. He promised it wasn’t forever, and kept her close by. In fury, she vented about a fear of being alone; she loved him so deeply and tenderly, she feared letting it go. She was given no better option; the pain she held was killing her soul. He wept alone at night pacing; debating whether his decision was right or wrong. He missed her kisses, gentle caress and scent. He needed to strengthen himself; gather his thoughts and follow his plan, love was temporarily in his way. Time moved on, he accomplished some goals and was ready for love, but her healing led her in a different direction. Their timing was off for quite a few years, until one random day she decided to call. He answered with delight and joy in his voice; excitedly invited her for a cup of coffee. It was like love at first sight, all over again, the conversation flowed through them like a river.
He found peace and tranquility; learned how to channel it and can divide himself in more ways without feeling stress. She started a business, built her client base and also had less stress. He found God and was developing a relationship with him; full of joy, prayer and faith. She found comfort in solitude, making it significantly easier to give/receive space.
After a decade, they married, in a church under the watchful eye of God, family and friends. Their vows were sweet; promising fair give and take, stability and a lifetime of happiness. The young couple from Bennet grew to be the old couple from Bennet
True love truly exists…are you patient enough to wait for it?