The Softer Side of Walt...

I was cleaning out stuff for storage and downsizing a little this past weekend when I came across some old writings of mine. One of which was a short love story of some sort. I forgot I had written it. I will share it with you word for word.

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What you are about to read contains no sex or violence. This is a fictional story. All names and or characters are made up by the author. Any similarities to real life is completely coincidental.

The day had finally arrived. This day they had both dreamed about. This is going to be one of their most important, most memorable and special days of their lives to come. They have both had days in the past that they consider special but from this day forward all days will be shared together. Whether good or bad. Today is going to be the first day of many. Because today they finally get married.

Now don't let that shock you. I'm sure you may have heard from many sources that they were already married, to each other that is. Also, sources would have you believe this day was never going to happen. That their love was just a passing phase. Well take it from me ladies and gentlemen, nothing about this couple is a passing phase. Theirs is true love if I ever saw it.

They have travelled a rough road to get here. And I'm not talking about that mountain road they took to the cabin. By the way, I hear they have flannel bed covers at the cabin, but hey that's another chapter in another book. Together they have experienced joy and happiness and pain and sadness. Times have been low and times have been high. But they never gave up on each other.

These same sources that were previously mentioned often tried to influence them into separating from each other. They would not listen and only grew closer. They have this unexplainable magnetism for each other. They have surprised many, but they have often realized that they don't live for those, they live for each other.

They both decided they would marry out of town and have friends and family over to their house shortly after they return from their honeymoon. Finding a honeymoon location was easy. It was the church that was hard. They got a little help from the owner's of the cabin. They suggested a small church just east of town that was often used for romantic weddings. They even offered to be witnesses if needed.

The church was about two miles east of the cabin. It was a one story wood framed and stone building. The wood was painted white. Stone stairs led to the double stained glass doors. Inside the church there were twenty rows of pews separated by a center isle leading to the alter. The church had been reserved for this occasion weeks ago and they called a few days ago to remind the minister of their visit. The flowers, which were picked out by the bride to be, were placed at the alter.

They both spoke to the minister and his wife about the trip up and about themselves. How they met and where they were headed as a couple. They didn't even notice that they had been holding hands ever since entering the church. They were in love.

They both turned to each other and said I love you simultaneously. They both smiled. He asked if she was ready. She said yes and returned the question. He also said yes.

The minister's wife took her out of the chapel so she could change in to her dress. Her wedding dress was a surprise to him. He had no idea that she had bought one. She managed to keep it hidden from him the entire trip.

He changed clothes in the minister's office. Shortly after he had changed, the minister told him his bride-to-be was ready. That is when it finally hit him. He suddenly realized that he was nervous. Not a nervousness that caused him to have second thoughts but one that made him realize that the one day he had been waiting for was finally here. He sat and thought for a minute. She is going to be his wife, his partner, his soulmate and his best friend. They were going to have kids together. Share life together. Have kids together. Experience new things together. And most importantly grow old together. He smiled and quickly checked his pocket for the ring. He then left the room to wait for her at the alter.

He stood by the alter next to the minister. He noticed the cabin owners had arrived to be witnesses. He wanted all to witness but they agreed the wedding would be small.

While waiting for her, he began to daydream about their time together. How they got to this point. How she made him feel alive. He was then startled by the music. This is when he saw her.

She was standing at the entrance to the church. The sunlight was shining through the glass doors and caused a glow around the frame of her body. He was so glad she had not shown him the dress. She was absolutely stunning. At that moment, more than any other time before, he realized that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Also at that precise time he felt a tear run down his cheek.

To be continued...

A Gathering of Friends

I asked her what she wanted to do tonight. It was kind of late in the day and we hadn't been out on a Saturday night in a while but I also didn't want to sit in again. We had no workouts scheduled for the next morning.

She told me she wanted to take me to a party where I could meet her friends. She said since I had been messing with her about all the on-line friends she has, she wanted to introduce me to some of them. She said most of them were going to be at this house party. I said it sounds like fun and I was ready to meet more of her friends. Kind of an introduction of sorts.

The dress was casual. I wore jeans and a pull over. She wore an ankle length cotton dress and sandals. She still managed to make something so basic look so stunning.

We got to the house just as the sun was setting. It was a two story Victorian. The driveway was full of cars. Nothing too fancy. There was one Mercedes and a few Beamers but the rest were domestics.

We were greeted at the front door by a blond who said her name was Alex. She gave Alex a hug and introduced me. Alex gave me a smile and said she had heard about me and was just waiting to meet me. Alex invited us in.

The house seemed much bigger on the inside. There were at least a hundred people milling about. Far more than the cars outside would indicate. I couldn't tell if they were couples or just mingling to become couples for the night. I did not recognize anyone. She did though. She started introducing me to practically everyone. I later told her that she seems to be a popular girl. She gave me a sly smile.

I started talking to someone else when I noticed she was no longer by my side. I scanned the room and did not see her. I walked through the crowd, which seemed to double in size, and still could not find her. I found my way upstairs to another large room with more people I did not recognize. I thought I saw a glimpse of her walking in to another room off this room. I sped up my step and walked in to this room.

Along one of the walls were two opened French doors that appeared to lead out to a balcony. The doors had floor length drapes on the sides.

I walked through one of the doors and found myself standing on the edge of about a two foot overhang of some type. I looked down and was surprised. I thought the house was only two stories but the drop at this point was over forty feet. I did not remember walking up more that one flight of stairs. I then felt a slight push at my back and heard a recognizable short giggle.

I fell off the edge of the overhang but managed to grab a hold of the edge with my forearms. I looked up to see her standing there. She was looking down and her long hair happened to cover her face. She pulled her hair back so I could look into her eyes and see her smiling.

I asked her to give me a hand. I reached up but she didn't move. She just kept that same look. I said come on now this isn't funny. Just help me up. She did nothing. I then told her to pull me up before I fall. She said oh you want me to help you now. Where were you when I wanted help? Where were you when I wanted you?

I then said this was not funny and pull me up and we could talk about this. This is not the time for us to have a talk. I was thinking nothing good was going to come of this. I started to scan around to see if there were any other options since it was obvious she was not going to help me up. She was going to let me fall to my death. That I had to realize. There was no surviving this fall. I was not going to fall.

I looked to my right and saw a couple sitting on the ledge but they had no idea what was going on. They were lost in their own issues. I yelled at them for some help. Nothing.

I then looked back and saw that she was gone. I assumed she went back inside because there was no room on this ledge to hide. My arms were getting tired. I tried to swing one of my legs up on the ledge to no avail. I was losing strength by the minute. Just then a breeze picked up and started blowing those floor length curtains out towards me. Maybe this was what I needed.

I reached out to try and grab the curtain. Just out of my reach. The wind picked up again enough for me to give it one more try. I thrust myself up and grabbed the bottom of the curtain with my left hand. Yes. A nice firm grip. I then grabbed with my right hand. I was then able to pull myself up on the ledge. I caught my breath and gathered my thoughts.

I stood outside the French doors and took a look inside. I wanted to catch her by surprise if she was standing there yapping up her victory to friends. I could not see her in the room. As a matter of fact, there was no one in the room. Not fifteen minutes ago there were over twenty people in this room.

I back tracked through the house from what I could remember. The house was completely empty. How could this be? Was this some sort of set up from the beginning? Was this an elaborate plan for my death?

I walked outside and all the cars were gone. Even my car. Do I call the police? And tell them what. Hey there was this party and everone left me hanging on the edge. Yeah right. Nope. A better plan.

Let the hunt begin.

A Cleansing....

This blog, whether read or not, will be used for me to get some things off my chest. Clear my head. Kind of an outlet for me to soothe the soul. My therapist says it is what I need. Who knows what I may write. Most, if not all, will be made up. All characters are figments of mine and others imaginations. Some of the "shorts" could be from dreams of mine or dreams of others told to me as I interpret them. They could also be experiences I had, was supposed to have or may never be. I may even throw in a few surprises. But again remember....this is all make believe. Or is it? You be the judge.

Enjoy. Or not.