You will find your one true love. I laughed, setting the tiny sliver of paper from inside my fortune cookie aside and leaned back in my office chair. This cookie is about seven years too late.
Seven years? Has it really been that long since I walked into the comic store and saw him? Seven years since I first felt his lips against mine? If you would have asked me, before Michael, who my one true love was I could not have given you an answer. But the moment my eyes found his beautiful brown eyes, I was sure of it. He was my one true love. If I ever needed a reminder I could merely look down at the ring on my left hand. He isn’t just my one true love. He’s my husband, my lover, my best friend, my everything. The feelings that course through my body when I look down at his beautiful body under mine, the way my heart still skips a beat seven years later when he grabs for my hand as we walk down a crowded street, how during a storm, even in his sleep, his body curls up tight against mine, his hands pulling me even closer - these were all constant reminders. There’s not a doubt in my mind that this man is the love of my life. My breath catches in my throat the way he looks up at me, when we’re making love. After the bombing, it became increasingly clear to me that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Michael. I would lay down my life for him. Watching him in his hospital bed, battered, bloody, lifeless, and so small compared to the machines helping him fight … it was all too much. That’s when it hit me the hardest. Without him, I’m not complete. His bottom lip fits between my lips perfect, his head was made for my chest, his hand like a puzzle piece that fits into mine - but beyond that, his heart makes me whole. He is truly the love of my life.
September Prompt - Who Is Your One True Love? - Professor Zen Ben
29 August 2008 @ 08:41 pm
September Prompt - Who Is Your One True Love?