Tuesday Tales - Untitled Piece Part 1

Chapter One

He rolled her onto her back and got on top of her.

"It's time." He said.

She turned her head away from him but didn't push him away.

Gently grabbing her face, he turned her to look at him. "I want to make love to you."

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At what age do we realize that there is no Prince Charming? That our knight in shining armor isn't going to save us, pull us onto his horse and ride us off into the sunset? Life isn't like television, books or movies.

For me, I always knew fairy tales were just that. Stories told to children by parents hoping for dreamy sleeps without nightmares. However, the no Prince Charming and no knight in shining armor just really hit me.

I've always wanted to believe that there's that perfect someone out there for all of us. That person that we are literally addicted to, the one we can never get enough of, the one that's better than the best drug imaginable. The one that you dream of an eternity with and even that isn’t long enough.

Don’t get me wrong, I'm not talking the obsessive and controlling thing, where they can't breathe or walk away without you having a tab on them or them having one on you. No one needs a stalker.  Just the addiction--high on love--I'd do anything for you feeling.

I know you’ve seen it. We’ve all been somewhere and seen the elderly couple still holding hands after sixty years of marriage. Loving looks exchanged as he helps her to walk with the assistance of a shopping cart or cane. They have photo album upon photo album sitting at home that details their life together. Their children, their grandchildren and their great-grandchildren. When they tell you about their love, the main point is it grows steadily. Rather than less love for each other or boredom as the years pass—there’s more love and more commitment.

Sometimes we get lucky enough, or perhaps it’s unlucky (nothing like having what you’ll never find thrown in your face), to see a younger couple with a soul mate bond. Even though their love hasn’t survived half a century or even decades, you can see it. It’s in the way they look at one another, the constant little ways they touch, it can even be seen in their smile.

Yes, that is jealousy. Pure and simple jealousy from me.

Call it one heartbreak too many.

Call it one cheater too many.

Call it hearing “It’s not you, it’s me,” one too many times.

I’m not old, but I find myself increasingly tired of always being the bridesmaid instead of the bride. Of my friends that are married, they all see happy and in love. No, it’s not a perfect fairytale. They do disagree, they do argue—but they make up and the days together turn into weeks, those turn into months and finally into years.

It would be so nice to have a routine that included someone other than me and pets. Well, there is work. Some would say my job focuses around excitement. It’s true it’s never the same day to day or even hour to hour. What do I call my job? Stress. Pure and straight stress. Once in a while you feel accomplished, most of the time you feel more helpless than anything. If it weren’t for all the student loans that I’m paying off, I might be tempted to be the lobby cleaner at Burger King. However, the job is a story for later though.

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