Here is this week's new romance story. I hope you enjoy it. And be sure to click over to my poetry blog using the link above for today's love post.
Love is timeless... it never ends and always finds a way...
The
Girl With The Stars In Her Eyes
BJ
Neblett
©
2014
“Hello, anybody in there?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just…”
“You were thinking about her, weren’t
you?”
“No, not really, I mean, I was
just…”
“Bull shit.”
“Please don’t be that way, not
tonight.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that…”
“I know, and I’m sorry. Actually, I
was lost in your eyes… again.”
“Counting stars again?”
“Something like that. You’re such a
beautiful woman. I can spend a lifetime just gazing into your eyes. I become
lost in them; they are so hauntingly captivating…”
“Just like hers…”
“Yes, yes I guess so. It’s
incredible. They say no two pairs of eyes are the same. But…”
“We never really talked about it,
have we? How long have we been together?”
“Three months… three months tonight,
exactly.”
“It’s been a crazy three months. So
much has happened in such a short time; we’ve grown so close; we have this
incredible connection. It’s strange. I’ve never felt such a strong instant
attraction; so in sync with any man, not like this. And yet, there’s still a
part of you, a room you won’t let me in.”
“You’re right, of course. It’s my
fault. We’ve been together for three months and… I’m sorry, but it’s hard. You
know that you’re the first girlfriend I’ve had in my life in over twenty years.”
“I know.”
“You’re so incredible, so
understanding and patient.”
“I believe that you… that we are worth the effort. But you have to
let me inside, just a little bit more.”
“I don’t know…”
“What is it? What is it you are
afraid of?”
“I don’t know…”
“Is it the age difference that
bothers you? You know, I’ll never leave you.”
“Funny, that’s what she said, the very
same thing… it was the last thing she ever said to me.”
“I want to understand. Maybe I can
help.”
“Maybe…”
“Look at me, tell me what you see; what
you think, and feel. Tell me what’s keeping this invisible wall between us.
What is it you see in there that frightens you? What is it you see in my eyes?”
“Stars… stars and love… and…”
“And…?”
“A cold, crisp night in December,
that’s what I see. Your eyes, they’re like a clear winter sky, the deepest blue
possible; filled with tiny flecks of silver, each a twinkling star. In them I
see my future, the place I belong on this earth, right there, lost in your
eyes.”
“Just as you saw in her eyes…”
“Yes… so many, many years ago.”
“Tell me, please.”
“It was my freshmen year at college,
Wesleyan University, in Connecticut. It was also my first time away from home.
Winter came early and fast that year for this southern boy. By Thanksgiving
there was a foot of snow on the ground. I was walking across the Quad one
afternoon, probably worrying about some upcoming exam. I’m not even sure I felt
the snowball. But suddenly, there she was.
“Her laughter filled the air. ‘Oh,
my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…’
“‘No it’s okay.’ I replied, ‘it was
my fault…’
“She gently brushed the snow from
the back of my neck. ‘I’ll say. You walked right into the middle of our
snowball war.’
“Her smile warmed the December day.
But it was her eyes… I couldn’t help it, I found myself staring. They were
incredible, like nothing I’d ever seen before, or since, until I met you. They
were an impossibly dark blue, the darkest blue you can imagine, and yet, so
clear, so strikingly clear, with shimmering flecks of silver. Like…”
“Like a clear winter night sky…”
“Yes, exactly…”
“Just like mine…”
“Yes, exactly like yours…”
“Go on, please.”
“Not much else to tell. I became
lost in her eyes. I think I fell in love with her right then and there.
Something told me, something in her eyes spoke to me, This is right, this is her, she’s the one you were meant to be with, to
spend your lives together. I know it’s crazy but as far as I was concerned,
she was the one. Sometime later she confessed that she had the same feelings.
“We started dating almost instantly.
By Christmas we were in love, deeply, crazily, completely and totally in love.
Naturally our friends and families thought we were crazy, it was too soon, too
fast, too much; love needs time, time to develop and grow.
“One evening we were studying
together in my dorm room. We were both Philosophy majors, but didn’t always
share similar views. It made for some interesting discussions about
pre-destination and reincarnation. ‘Do you believe in Soul Mates?’ she asked.
“The question took me by surprise. ‘I
never really thought much about it before. I don’t know, maybe, I guess.’
“‘I do… now.’ Her words were sure,
to the point. ‘I believe there is one special, certain person just meant for
each of us. I think that sometimes we never meet that person. Or if we do, we
sometimes don’t recognize them or something. I suppose not all Soul Mates find
one another, and that’s a shame. But when they do come together and they understand
that destiny has brought them together, that is so special. And nothing,
nothing, not time or distance or anything can truly ever keep them apart.
That’s the kind of love I believe in… now, now that I’ve found you.’
“‘I don’t know about Soul Mates. I
do know how I feel,’ I replied, ‘and that you and I somehow seem destined to be
together.’
“She looked at me though those deep,
penetrating, mystical eyes, ‘I will never leave you, never; no matter what may
happen you must always believe and remember’.”
“That’s so beautiful. She must have loved
you so much. What happened?”
“Sophomore and Junior years flew by.
We were inseparable, finally sharing a small apartment off campus. We looked
forward to Senior year and graduation and to starting a life together. It was a
week before her twenty-first birthday. I remember the date as if it were
yesterday, November third, a Tuesday. She had a late class. When she hadn’t
returned by 10 PM I began to worry and set out to look for her. An early storm
was dumping heavy, wet snow across most of New England, making visibility
nearly impossible. I found her lying on the side of the road. A driver had
failed to see her in the cross walk. They never even stopped. The last thing
she said to me as I held her in my arms was, ‘Remember, my darling, I’ll never
leave you’.”
“Oh, no, that’s so terrible! I’m so
sorry. That must have been so hard… so… Oh, God! What… what did you say the
date was…?”
“It was the third, November third, 1981."
“Oh, my God, that’s… that’s my
birthday… the day I was born!”
