(Reunited) 100 Love letters I'll Never Send part 4 (Inside your Shadow) (c) 2022-2023
It didn’t take
him long to see that sign to a city that he had been to years ago. He took the
turn and noticed how it seemed to have the looks of Mississippi towns in
one town It had the forest with dirt roads. It had the buildings congested all
together with clean black asphalt streets. Had the road where one could see
horses on one side and a river on the other side.
He crossed the state line with an ashtray full of cigarette butts. He
kept pressing the repeat button for the same song, “Come Sail Away With Me”
because he figured it could put him in a confident mental state. Then he pulled
into a Trucker’s Road Stop. Took about ten minutes and four dollars in quarters
and fifteen minutes to vacuum and clean the inside and outside of his car. Kept
pushing the aerosol can of fragrance until it was out. Then he put a nicotine
pouch on the upper gum above his teeth inside his mouth. Hated the taste. Made
him a little nauseous.
He got back on the interstate
listening to a Classical Music radio station. It was five thirty pm. He had
forty minutes to go. From what he saw on facebook, he was pretty sure that she
arrived home at around six.
…missing text…
“There it is. I need to get
flowers. Wait. I got flowers in the ice chest,” he told himself. As he drove
into the driveway of her house that feeling came back to him that this was not
a good idea. Regardless, he double checked on facebook to make sure. The first
thing he saw were the sunflowers in the flower bed. Then he saw the statues of
the cats. Later he would wonder about the cats, he saw in the picture frames
behind her door entrance, resembled the Bandit and Omni, or was he just wanting
to see that. The house was painted in yellow. Yellow was her favorite color.
“Baby I got these for you,” that
was the first thing he said when she answered the door. She took the flowers. Said halfheartedly and frightenedly, “Thank you.”
“You haven’t aged
at all. You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you. I know it’s
been a while and we didn’t depart on the best of terms. Baby, I’ve come here to
be what I should have been a long time ago; your Knight in Shining Armor. To
give you a life that you deserve. Remember when I couldn’t seem to keep a job.
Well, now I work for one of the best financial advisory companies in the state.
We’ll have the perfect view of the sunset every day. And our bed is big enough
for your cats to snuggle with us.” He paused for a couple seconds. He was
panicked. He couldn’t remember what to say next. His eyes started to water. She
looked at him perplexed. He continued, “I’ll even cook for us every day. I’m
your knight in shining armor.”
After a long five more minutes of
listening to him, she calmly placed her finger over his lips, “Stop it honey.
You’re embarrassing yourself.” She said.
“But baby I’m
here for you. To give you the life you deserve. I’m your knight in shining
armor,” his voice began cracking. She folded her arms in front of her chest,
“Yes, you’ve told me that over and over again.”
By hearing the tone in her voice,
he immediately knew that something was wrong.
“Look, you seem
like a sweet man. But whoever you think I am. I assure you, I am not.”
“But I made CDs
of your favorite songs,” he began crying. His logics came and he knew the woman
he was talking to was not her. He had manufactured the whole fantasy in his
mind,
“Now, I don’t
want to be a total witch. If you don’t get off of my property.”
He turned around and took the walk
of shame to his car. Started his car. Took the coin out of his pocket. Thought
about throwing it out the window. Not yet. He’d get rid of the CDs too. He put
the coin into his cup holder. He took one last look at the house. Turned back
around too soon to see another woman looking out of the house’s side window.
His cell phone rang. He answered.
“How’s it going
Romeo?” His sponsor said. The call from his sponsor in itself reminded him that
his higher power is always there for him.
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