Her Shadows

No matter where she went, no matter what she did - they always seemed to follow her. Down the darkest of all alleys at night, under the emotionless sweet sunlight. They always seemed so amused by her. Her regrets following her around like a lost puppy. She had nothing to lose and nothing to sacrifice. She had burdened herself with the fate; the emotionless gaze in her eyes set before her like no other. She used to hate waking up every morning to drink her tea near the beach by the sand. Until it hit her one day that she needn’t worry about no others. She was destined to be faught with. She was an abyss of silently creeping pencil crayons made from soft pastels of oils and crayons with rubesque colors were her favorite thing to do art with. She loved the mess he left her every morning before he headed to work. Working a full time job in the business industry he always made ends meet for her, they did their shopping together, ate together, did laundry and slept together as any ordinary couple would, they were quite happy together. Up until she was about 18, she hadn’t had any other love on the planet. She kept his name and voice a hidden predisposed arrangement that nobody needed to know. She secretly cried when he was away at work. Most likely cheating with escorts and drinking beer and drafts with his fellow colleagues. She felt she needed him. Like if she hadn’t had him she would probably just get subtle depressed and worry. He trained her, taught her things that she didn’t really need to know. Like how to stack a brick, and how to entertain when his guests were around. She gave him every aptitude she had- and he loved her gracefully and peacefully and like nothing could ever make him move away. She breathed deeply, sighed and took a rest whenever he paused at her. They had just begun their romance back in April of 1995. 24 years later, briskfully awaiting an occurrence towards one another. Peacefully arranging all of their wedding notes and keeping travel their main goal for saving. Without another mate or friend to bother them. She wanted to sleep with him and only him. She feared he cheat and Never let her know his true feelings. She wait patiently for him to get off work. They definitely were not ready for a baby yet. Mid-month struggles like which new laundry detergent or coffee flavor really bothered them. They wanted the sacred bliss and for-thought awakening of a crystal clear patience and brought a brisk moment of silence between the two. They were Inlove. Never to be worried about others opinions. She wanted to make him her king; always doing what he wanted to make him happy. She wanted to worship him.

Doing anything she could to keep him there, solemnly. She was awakened by the sunlight and the strict smell of Coffee beans - usually waking up from the grinder. She was quite satisfied with his morning routine. She wanted to shove him closer to her, cuddling the broad body he had worked so very hard to maintain. She wanted him and only him. And that’s what she got. Him.