October 10th 2008
“No one knows the purpose of dreams. Some believe dreams are
a glimpse of their future while others think it’s just our mind cleaning out
the trash. Well no one knows. Everyone has their own perception….”
I looked around the auditorium. It was sold out.
“This guy is some speaker uhh?” whispered the old lady in
the seat next to me. “Dreams have always fascinated me. I often sleep just to
see a dream to see what my mind has to say and let me tell you, she is
hilarious.”
The talk was over. i drove back home but dint want to. But
do I have a choice? I fell face first
onto my bed. This bed will never feel the same again. I would never see her again.
Maybe.
June 3rd 2007
“The meeting is in five Mr Wilson” my secretary chimed in.
“In a minute Stacey” my voice sounded dead. The meeting went better that I
thought. This company could be at the top. I thought.
The café was half empty. I looked at my watch. 5.50 p.m...
This was unusual. This place would be packed with people grossed into their
laptops. I sipped my coffee. Sweet. The coffee was always refreshing. I heard
the door open and turned around to be taken aback. She was gorgeous her dark
smooth hair cropped just above her shoulders. She took her coffee and sat at
the table opposite me. She hurriedly went through her files and made a phone
call. She must be important I thought.
I couldn’t sleep. Her beauty was haunting me. She was
different from those other business women. I dint know where she worked or what
she did all I knew was I wanted to see her again. Something inside told me I
will.
It was six o’clock. The café was quieter than usual. I
prayed she would come and yes she came. I went up to her grabbing a chair, sat
down.
“Hey how you doing?” “I’m doing great” she replied in a calm
tone. “I’m Wilson, Adan Wilson.” “Melania.” Her eyes were beautiful. I smelled
her rose perfume. Intoxicating. She told me she worked at Branch connections. A
place 10 minutes from mine. We talked for as long as I can remember. I felt
something I never did in a long time.
“So I’ll pick you up at eight?” I hung up the phone. The day
was warm and quite depressing. Stacey dint show up today. She went home to look
after her sick aunt. I dint mind the extra work. I was too excited for my date
with Melania.
I saw her coming down the stairs her red dress glowing under
the dim street light. “You look lovely!” I exclaimed. She smiled exposing her
shinning white pearls.
“How did you know I like Chinese?” she asked surprised.
“Well I dint I’m glad you do” I replied slightly nervous. We had a great time. We had a strong
connection. I knew I would marry her, make her the mother of my children. I was
happy.
It’s been two months since I first met Melania and nothing
has changed. She was still the same great person I fell in love with. She cared
for me looked after me. She was the kind of person I waited my whole life for.
“I’m nervous what if I screw up” she said softly. “You don’t
have to be baby. They’re simple folks I’m sure they’ll love you” I said calming
her down.
She helped my mom with dinner. “She’s a good catch you
better not lose her son” my dad said patting my shoulder. She got along with my
parents more easily than I thought.
Oh she was perfect. I cannot go one day without seeing her
hearing how her day went. Saturday night was movie night horror movie night to
be specific. We would cuddle up in our bed kissing and talking about how the
movie should have been scripted. Her cooking was amazing. Pasta was her
speciality.
Work was stressful. The board decided to expand our branch.
I leaned on my desk typing lifelessly. I felt my phone buzz. “Hey sweetie
what’s up?” “when you coming home baby I made pasta” she said depressed. ahh
pasta I could taste it already. “Soon…just a few more documents. I love you”
“love you too”
I reached my apartment to see the door wide open. “honey?” I
called out. No reply. Where was she. I entered my bedroom grabbing my baseball
bat. I got the shock of my life. The bed was covered in blood the sheet soaked
red had a human form. I stepped closer hoping for not what I thought it was. I
pulled the sheet to find her eyes open wide and a cloth inside her mouth. I
screamed I started banging the wall. Her throat was slit a knife placed above
her left palm. i couldn’t take it. My Melania. Why my Melania? I called it in
barely able to speak.
I watched as they wrapped her body and take it away. I felt
my heart melt inside. How can I get over this? She was my everything she made
me complete. We made each other’s life worth living for.
June 3rd 2008
I sat at the café looking at the door the door through which
she walked in when I first saw her. Her smile her eyes her laughter. We came to
this café together many a times it was our place. Now its mine only mine. The
coffee was bad or so I thought. Everything was bad. life had lost it’s colour
it’s meaning. Melania would often tell me how I should be more social. I regret
it now. I had no one to talk to. Melania was all I ever needed now she’s gone.
June 3rd its exactly one year since my eyes first laid sight on
Melania. This café. June 3rd.
I opened my cupboard and took out a newspaper dated November
21st 2007. “GIRL MURDERED FOR $20”. Yes that’s right those lowlife
bastards killed her just for 20 bucks. They killed her for thrill to satisfy
their pleasures. Fucking assholes. I lay on my bed her lingerie my gift hanging
on the stand which she never got to try out.
October 10th 2008
I lay on my bed motionless. She would hog the covers at
night. I remembered. I hated it but I loved it. I dream often these days. She
struck me on my face last night in my dream. I don’t know why maybe tonight she
might give me a kiss. Maybe the speaker today was right, dreams are to clean
our minds or reminding us to wipe out our past from our thoughts. Maybe Melania
wants me to move on. The old lady’s dreams fascinated her mine did not. It dug
up the past reminding me how happy I was. But dreams are the only way I get to
see her to see how beautiful she is her eyes glowing her hand caressing my
face. I felt it all my dreams.
Dreams have become my reality. Every morning is just another
dream in my life. I wake up every night, I see her spend time with her kiss her
and feel her warm breath….and one day marry her raise a family with her…I will
always love her.
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