by Meru » Thu Aug 31, 2023 12:54 pm
She is wonderful and perfect. She shall always be next to me, sitting, waiting, watching, loving. We love each other so. So much. So perfectly much. So much so. For you see, she is my perfect, beautiful, loving wife.
I met her earlier today. I was in a cafe-- an independent, no-name sort of place. It smelled of coffee. Rich, deep, aroma upon aroma of coffee upon coffee. It was delicious. My nose could taste it. The coffee. The aroma. The skin? Why yes, that is what attracted me to her in the first place. My perfectly, beautiful loving wife. She was not my wife yet though, no, not yet. I had not even laid eyes upon her at this point! But oh, when I did it was delicious. Delicious. My eyes could taste it. Her beautiful aroma. Her scent. I longed for it. I followed her. Longing. Longing. Longing for it. For her.
She longed for me too, you see. I went and held out my hand, asking her for her own in marriage. It was impulsive, yes, but I had faith you see. Faith that our love would be powerful. Very powerful. I was powerful. She was not. But I made it up for the both of us. Both of us. Why yes, both of us. Both of us. Both of us. Both of us. Both of us. Forever both of us.
She is wonderful and perfect. She shall always be next to me, sitting, waiting, watching, loving. We love each other so. So much. So perfectly much. So much so. For you see, she is my perfect, beautiful, loving wife.
I met her earlier today. I was in a cafe-- an independent, no-name sort of place. It smelled of coffee. Rich, deep, aroma upon aroma of coffee upon coffee. It was delicious. My nose could taste it. The coffee. The aroma. The skin? Why yes, that is what attracted me to her in the first place. My perfectly, beautiful loving wife. She was not my wife yet though, no, not yet. I had not even laid eyes upon her at this point! But oh, when I did it was delicious. Delicious. My eyes could taste it. Her beautiful aroma. Her scent. I longed for it. I followed her. Longing. Longing. Longing for it. For her.
She longed for me too, you see. I went and held out my hand, asking her for her own in marriage. It was impulsive, yes, but I had faith you see. Faith that our love would be powerful. Very powerful. I was powerful. She was not. But I made it up for the both of us. Both of us. Why yes, both of us. Both of us. Both of us. Both of us. Both of us. Forever both of us.
