ABC Story Time

For those of you who are not familiar with ABC stories here’s a brief explanation: It is a 26 sentence story in which each sentence begins with a letter of the alphabet starting with A and progressing to Z.

 

            As I walked towards the building I looked for her and there she was waiting for me. Beautiful, intelligent, funny, and care-free, she had it all. Carefully I approached her; afraid, as always, that I’d make a fool out of myself. “Damn near thought you wouldn’t show!” she exclaimed. Even my death wouldn’t keep me from being there for her, but there’s no need for her to know that, not yet anyway. “Fought traffic all the way here, sorry.” I said with a lopsided grin. Gallantly I took her arm in mine and led her into the restaurant. Half way through the meal we forgot all about food we were so deep in conversation. Indeed, just being in her presence, talking to her, making her laugh was enough to sustain me for eternity. Just as the clock hit nine we walked out the door into the frigid night air. “Keep warm.” I said as I handed her my jacket while we walked down the street. “Let me ask you something.” she whispered softly. Man she looked so cute wrapped up in my coat, her large eyes searching my face, asking of me only the truth. “Not a problem,” I told her with a reassuring smile, “you’re always free to ask me anything.” “Of everything you know about me, what do you like the best?” she asked. “Perhaps it’s my hair, or eyes, or something…” she offered when I hesitated. “Quite the opposite” I said. Revealing everything I told her this. “Sometimes, when you think no one’s looking, you smile to yourself at some private joke. Then there’s your laugh; just hearing it makes me feel enlivened and intoxicated by….you!” Usually one smiles when they receive a compliment; she started crying. Valor is not my forte, but none the less I asked why she was crying. “Well, it’s ‘cause you’re different from every other guy I’ve ever gone out with; I mean you always make me feel so damn good about myself and it’s overwhelmingly wonderful and valuable to me.” Xanax couldn’t cure what was going on inside me. “You know, I think I might love you…” she let this last thought trail off. Zoning out at that moment probably wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done.