True Love Never Dies

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Love is despair.

~~Life is good, and always has been good for as long as I can remember. In all of my years, everything has played out well. The highlight of my life is my wife Angela. She is my reason for existing. She has had such an influence on me ever since we first encountered each other. We met in the most romantic way.
 Angela had beauty from a very young age. We met in college when we were both about twenty years of age. We stumbled into one another while walking down a crowded hallway. The expected exchange of “sorry” took place, and that is when our eyes interlocked. Her deep blue eyes strangled me and left me speechless. My mouth gaped at the extremity of her exquisiteness. As I stood in an awkward silence, she grinned at me, revealing her pearl white teeth. What she did next explained why her name begins with the word “angel.” Angela spoke in the most divine voice. She wasted no time in asking me, “Are you going to stand there all day? Or are we going to get dinner tonight?” She was and always has been straight to the point. Instead of actually answering, I simply nodded approvingly. She flashed that smile once more, and departed, her golden blonde hair lighting up the hallway as she went. My heart was racing, and cool drips of sweat fell down my face. She made a serious impression on me that day, which is why we are still together today, 50 years later.
 The first date was incredible. We related on so many different topics. I found her amazing, and she claimed that I was handsome as well. We then met on a second date, then a third, and so on for the rest of our college days. After college, we decided to get married. We were both in sync with one another, so in a way we already were married. We moved into a big house with many rooms, being that Angela wanted many children. Since she found a job in the news reporting business, and I in the medical business, we could afford to do so. However, we did not have any children. It is a very upsetting tale. After several attempts with no results, Angela and I decided to consult with a doctor. We went to the doctor’s office shortly after. The two of us stepped into a waiting room where we sat alone in silence. Angela gripped my hand to receive comfort, and I had no concern with that. It was obvious that she was really stressed. As we sat, the doctor opens the door slowly. The grasp on my hand grew tighter. There was a very shaky conversation that followed. As events played out, the doctor told us that Angela was barren, unable to have children at all. This could be for any number of reasons. It did not matter at the time. Regardless of the reason, Angela wept the entire night. I was her shoulder to cry on, like always. I had no choice but to cry with her! Her tears were contagious. However, this experience was not entirely bad. It let us realize that we were by each other’s side, and that we did not have to have a child to be happy. This life experience is, perhaps, what made us so close to each other.
 As I said, today is about 50 years after our first date. The flame of our love has flourished ever since. At no point did the flame flicker. We are still the happiest couple in existence. I still work in the medical field, as a doctor ironically. Angela, however, is staying at home now. This is not because she has to, but because she should not have to work anymore. I want her to relax. I work from morning to early afternoon, come home, embrace Angela in all of her beauty, and laugh with her the rest of the evening. Thus is my routine. On the weekends, we will go out to the park and talk, hopefully spreading an influence on the younger couples. Life is good, and I have nothing to complain about.
 Today is my favorite day of the week: Saturday. Me and Angela wake up early and head out for breakfast at our favorite place, Cracker Barrel. She orders the Momma’s Pancake Breakfast, even though she knows there is no way she will finish all of it. I order the Double Meat Breakfast, being that I have an obsession for bacon. We eat our delectable food, talking and laughing as we do. We are still just like a couple of kids. We finished up, and Angela decides that she would like to go to the park right after. I agree, and we do accordingly. Once we reach the park, Angela and I start walking through the grass, hand in hand, teasing one another and flirting. Suddenly, she catches me off guard. She hits me in the arm, a little harder than expected, and runs off yelling “tag.” I am shocked, and begin to chuckle as she attempts to run off. In the commotion of my laughter, a certain sound that I will never be able to remove from my ears hits me. It is a heavy thud, and as I look, I see a limp body lying in the grass a couple of feet ahead. It is Angela.
 In no time, I scoop her up in my arms. “Are you okay?” I exclaim. Only a soft moan is heard. I rush her to the emergency room as swiftly as my body would allow. A group of people surround her as she is placed on a mobile bed. She is then run off by all of them. I sit in silence in the waiting room. Sadly, I do not have a hand to grip tighter, or a shoulder to cry on. I may not have that again. An hour goes by, then two, then three. Finally, someone steps out to speak to me. He wastes no time. “Sir, she is not going to make it. She has horribly hurt her ribs and is struggling to breathe. She does not have much longer. You may go and speak to her now.” I hurry to Angela. She has a mask on to help her breathe. My body has gone dry, and I had already cried all of my tears. I am speechless, just as speechless as that first day we met each other. I walk up and sit next to Angela. We do not speak for nearly five minutes, when finally she says in a soft tone, “I love you.” Words cannot express the amount of love I have for her. I stand with my mouth gaped. Despite the serious situation, she then says, “Are you going to stand there all day? Or are we going to get dinner tonight?” I give a slight chuckle, which is accompanied by newly acquired tears. I grab her hand. We sit and talk and laugh as if nothing has changed. As time goes by, I hear the heart monitor getting slower and slower. As it becomes single, inconsistent beeps, Angela looks at me. With all of her effort, she strains to smile, and simply says, “Thank you.” I tell her the same. Our experiences would forever live on in memory, and I am truly thankful for that. As I start to remember all of the good times, I feel her grip get weaker, until, at last, her hand lay limp in mine. The heart monitor goes to a flat line. My angel Angela has passed on, and as I feel the realization of this situation, I feel my own life slip away. My own heart beat slows down, and I start to feel weak. As I glance upon Angela’s corpse one last time, my own body hits the ground. This is the end. It ends perfectly. I still have a grip on Angela’s hand, and even though we may die, our love never will. True love never dies. My life is almost gone, yet I am still smiling. I am still smiling over what we had, what we will always have, and what we may even have in the life to come.  

Submitted: December 01, 2014

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