Bon Voyage

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A descriptive story outling the beginnings of a relationship with a future love.

Submitted: January 16, 2015

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Submitted: January 16, 2015

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I do wonder what is in store for us. So far, I can see an unlimited amount of possibilities. Our love will surely blossom and grant us the happiness and fullness we both so thoroughly deserve. But how long will the shimmering illusion of love last? I fear a weaker version of myself will not sustain such gratefulness for the blessings bestowed upon me. I will search for carnal satisfaction outside the walls of our fortress and the wild beasts beyond our land will seduce me into acts of treason. 

 
No. This will not happen. I cannot let it. Other men would cross the seas in a rowboat knowing the tide would consume them, but decidedly taking the chance knowing the reward was you. Surely I will not lose faith, because you are a rarity that fate dropped in my lap. An unassuming angel of darkness whose bright light shines upon the outside world. A temptress of my deepest desires, a servant of my needs, and a partner in my maleficence. You're a Fabergé egg repleted with cyanide. A kiss of death worth dying for.
 
No I will not lose sight of this because I simply can't fathom another woman who's caliber fits in my cartridge so perfectly. A locked and loaded love pistol with a hairpin trigger. A feeling so strong, that diamonds blush at the very sight of it, feeling incompetent by its solidity. Fear does not stricken me because with you, I can only fear one thing; a goodbye. With my sights set, my peripherals are blurred and the image of you stays in perfect focus. 
 
No matter the outcome, how blessed I am to have known you. If tomorrow should try to steal you from me I'd live forever in today. My mind glued to your magnetism sheltering me from the cold, lonely future. My heart shackled to your love, my body shackled to your bedpost. But these thoughts are cast into the abyss as my confidence in us grows. 
 
Oh how lovely it is to be happy. 


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