Music and Inspiration

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
I have a varied music taste, which leads to a lot of strange story ideas. This is where I put them

Submitted: April 25, 2017

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I heard a knock at the door just as the water boiled. With a huff, I wiped my hands, dropped the towel, and went to open the door. No one really visited me, especially this late, but that didn't mean I hated it. I like being alone to think my thoughts, eat my food, and dream what I wanted. However, when I opened the door and saw her standing there, sweet as always, I felt the loneliness in my heart get filled by her. We stared at each other in silence, surprise moving the words from our mouths back to our brains, until I gestured for her to come in.
"Come and warm yourself up, darling. Make yourself at home." I don't know why I felt compelled to love her, but I did. I started by making her dinner. It was nothing special, just macaroni and cheese, but when I set the bowl down in front of her, she looked touched. She took a bite and her eyes grew warm.
"This is wonderful." It was a simple enough comment, but it made my heart feel softer. I served myself a bowl, then sat and began to talk.
"How do you feel about the thought that people need love?"
"I think people do need love, but not the crap false romantic stuff. Friends are enough for me." I nodded and agreed with her. She kept talking through dinner, making me smile at all her side comments and points well-made.
"What do you think of love?"
"It makes us whole." She nodded in silence, scraped her bowl for the last bit of cheese, then stood and put her bowl in the sink.
"Who's down for a movie," she asked, clapping her hands. I finished my food and booted up my laptop. We settled on my bed to watch an old film, neither of us paying attention because we were sharing dreams. We dreamt of love since it was a common subject tonight. It was a still night, no noise coming through the window and interrupting us. We felt whole.

I called her phone, knowing that she'd just be at the park at this time. I waited as the line rang, the odd noise somewhat calming.
"Hello?"
"I need to see you, darling."
"But what about what you told me? About what you were looking for--"
"What I told you doesn't matter. I want to see you, come what may. Meet me at the old cafe, our table, and I promise you everything you want to know." There was a pause, a bit of phone-crackle silence, then her response.
"I'm on my way." I smiled and hung up, the cafe already in sight. She'd helped me through so much that it felt harmful to push her away. I realized just last night that I wanted to be by her side forever. I sat down, smelling the flowers that adorned our table. She appeared only moments after, looking as wonderful as I'd ever seen her. She was disheveled, her hair a mess, and her clothes were a little ill-fitting, but she was everything to me. She pushed the door open, looking around before her eyes landed on me.
"Did you mean it," she asked as she sat down.
"I meant it. I want you to stay by my side. You're the best friend I could've ever asked for." Her eyes welled up with tears.
"I love you so much. You helped me through so much. You made me whole."
"And you made me whole." I held her hand across the table, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead. We got married the next summer. Her eyes looked wonderful when they lit up at the end of the aisle, her dress bringing out the light she gave off. The day was a blur, nothing really focusing but how she looked in white, how her hair somehow reflected her personality, and how she lost all fear of losing when she danced with me for the first time. I remember whispering to her through the whole night. Now, as we wait to leave together, I only think of how we made each other whole again.


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