Short Love Quotes Story
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I smiled when his deep voice caused goose bumps all over my body, his hot breath tickling my neck. I turned to face him, and I was struck with awe when I saw his brown eyes reflecting the moon light that streamed from the small window. Every feature of his face was accentuated: his small nose, his thin eyebrows and his light brown lips with its creases shown under the grey like light. He takes my hand, and slips a cold ring into the second finger. The coldness is quickly replaced by happiness when I see the words “I do” engraved onto the front.“You look beautiful darling.”
He kisses my forehead as he says this, and he embraces me once again. I look up to him, and with a voice that is almost a whisper I say,“It’s been lonely here without you.”His eyes flashed numerous emotions, the most dominating was sadness. I felt a lump in my throat swell when I saw the tears brimming in his eyes, and I immediately hated myself when I mentioned it. His lips shook in a way a child would when one was about to cry, and I looked away, my own tears threatening to pour.“I-I’m sorry. I know you didn’t mean to.”
His hand brushed through my hair, shushing me, calming me down like he always did. He held me onto him, my forehead resting perfectly onto his shoulder. He began to sing to me, softly and sweetly, the vibration from his throat lulling me to sleep.“I’m always here. I never left.”A tear finally fell from my cheek, and with his thumb he brushed it away. He began to sing again, and I remember promising myself not to sleep because I didn’t want him to leave. I closed my eyes for only a second, feeling his finger draw circles on my back. The next thing I knew, a warm ray of light entered my room, and he wasn’t there anymore.He was gone.
I frantically searched the small apartment for him, which didn’t take long considering its shoebox size. With a heavy heart, I opened the closet, reaching in for my uniform. My bracelet got caught in something, and when I fully opened my closet it revealed that it was stuck to a white dress. My breathing hitched up when I realized I was caught unto my wedding dress.
For some reason I took it out, and laid it on the floor. I soothed out the wrinkles that have formed, and I winced when I saw spots of blood on it.“You looked beautiful in that dress you know.”
I looked up to sparkling brown eyes, lovingly looking down on me. He sat down on the floor across me, crossing his legs. He smiled at me, taking my hand wearing the ring. It reflected when it caught the sun’s light, and he moved my hand to touch his lips. My eyes closed relishing the feeling, and when I opened them, he was gone again.I banished all thoughts of going to work, and I reached for my laptop. When the known opening music played, I gasped, realizing that today was his death anniversary. Soft lips began trailing kisses from my ear to my neck, and I felt him smile with every kiss.“You smell like cherries.”He says, making me smile.“You’ve been gone for a year”“I’ve always been here my love, I never left remember?”My head snapped down, knowing that the reason he never left was because of me. Guilt spread all over me like virus, and he scooped me into his arms, his chin resting on my shoulder.“I didn’t leave because I still have unfinished business remember?”I knew his business was to leave me happy, but without him everything seemed useless. A knock on my door pulled me out of my reverie. He was gone in an instant, and I opened the door slowly.“Delivery for apartment number one-zero-four.”
Black eyes met mine, and for the first time in a year, my heart skipped a beat.“Tha-that’s for me.”
I scolded myself for stammering, and I forced myself into looking up. I took the package after signing it, and I smiled at the delivery boy. I closed the door, and I tried to open the package.“You look like a five year old.”His laugh roared throughout the small apartment, and I glared at him. He stuck out his tongue at me, and I ignored him. Every annoyance I felt for him vanished when I opened the package. Confetti of hearts filled the floor I was standing on. I quickly sat down, knowing that only one guy would have sent this.“Do you like it?”I smiled at him, beaming like a kid. I pulled out an album with our names engraved on the front, below the words “Happy first wedding anniversary.”“You made this for me?” I squeaked. He simply nodded with a sad smile. I opened the album, and a picture of us when we were both seventeen filled the first page, with the date of when we became official. Picture after picture of us laughing, cuddling and the most random ones showed. The last picture was the one he took a year ago, with the caption “wedding day”. Tears began falling instantly, remembering how he barged into my hotel room demanding to see “his lady”“I told you it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”I blurted out the words before I could stop myself,
and he instantly was beside me, hugging me.“I’m sorry.”Before I could answer, another knock came to the door. I stood up, and behind the door was the delivery guy. This time he didn't have anything with him, and he smiled shyly at me.“I know this is weird but, can I ask for your number? You know what forget it, you must be married or taken.”He began to walk away, and I stifled a laugh. Just when I was going to speak,
he walked back.“Look, you’re really pretty, and I just liked you instantly, and it would be...”He stopped talking when he glanced at my ring finger.“You’re married. I feel like an ass. I’m sorry.”
He started to walk away again, so I gathered up the courage to speak.“Wait.”I looked from behind me, and I saw an assuring smile from my almost husband.“Do you want to have lunch together?”
I asked bravely.“But your husband…” He trailed off.I eased my ring off, and I safely kept it.“We can talk about him along the way.”He awkwardly smiled, but offered his hand anyway.“I’m just going to get my purse okay?”He nodded at me, shifting his weight with his foot. I went into the apartment and found my husband on the bed, ginning.“So you have a date huh?” He teased.“You’re just jealous.”“Hmm. Maybe I am.” He smiled mischievously, and then hugged me tight. “You know…”I looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish his sentence.“This is the last time you’d see me.”
Grief shook my body, and I hugged him tighter. I would miss having someone in the apartment, even though I was the only one who saw him.“It was bound to happen you know?”He kissed me on the forehead, and when I blinked open, he was gone.“I love you.” I whispered to the wind.“Hey, are we going?” A voice came from my doorway.I looked at my apartment once again: the pale yellow design, the minimum furniture, and the shoebox size. And as I closed the creaky door, I took the guy’s hand, ready for another chance at love.
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