Saying the right thing.

taking slow, nervous little steps towards the woman that captivated his thoughts for the last five years the man was suddenly overwhelmed with what he had planned to do. What if it came out wrong, what if someone heard him, what if he was interrupted, what if he couldn't say what he had waited five years to say? Time for him seemed to move at a snail's pace as every little worry suddenly swarmed the front of his consciousness like wasps. With his mind still reeling he approached her delicately before kneeling down in front of her, thank god she was smiling.
"For five years I've known you as a great friend and the best woman a man could possibly have in his life... I probably should have done this sooner." he started noting how the candle light framed her face, making her seem ethereal, so otherworldly. "I still can't get over the embarrassment of spilling coffee on you the day we met and i still hope you'll forgive me for that," he said chuckling softly at the memory. "It took me about a month, coming to that cafe everyday, before i got the balls to ask you out." he said, taking her hand in his. "I know you knew. Every day you would have my order ready and waiting. God we would have been playing that game forever if you didn't write your number on the bill." Feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on the two of them he pressed on. "Over the next four years you taught me how to live, if it wasn't for you I'd still be working that dead-end job delivering packages, now look at me, I'm making my living doing what i love, and I wanted to thank you for the support in my artwork." Struggling over how to say the next thought he looked at her delicate gentle smile for support. "I wanted to thank you for making me who I am to day and that I'll always love you. And... And I.." he gripped her hand even tighter as tears welled up in his eyes, feeling the tightness envelop his throat he whispered out, "And I'm going to miss you," the first of many tears leaked out from his eyes, "I'm going to miss you so much Jaclyn." He finished, kissing her gently on the forehead Standing up he quickly walked away from the casket, pushed past a group of whispering people and burst though the heavy wooden doors of the church into the awaiting rainy street, its shadows swallowing him whole like the sorrows that danced about thoughts, laughing like demons.


done on request for a friend of mine. hope you enjoyed it.