I can't wait, she's almost home. She
always comes home at the same time every night, 10:30pm. Its the best part of
my day, watching her come home from work. Nothing is better than seeing her
face. I, Jim, have been in love with Melinda since the second grade. I watched
her through the school years. I tried to take all the classes she took, and
always sat a table or two from her but kept her in clear view. I have tried
talking to her but other larger boys would keep me away from her saying, I
wasn't in her league. I showed them. It's ok though, the police never found
their bodies. After graduation she still wouldn't notice me, her true love,
even if she didn't know it yet. She didn't, she started to date a jerk. All he
wanted to do was use her, giving her what she wanted just so he could get in
her pants. I kept that from happening. It took a while for her to recover from
her missing ex, be it was for the best. I'm the one who is meant to be with
her, not some idiot.
A
car began to pull into the driveway. Melinda's
home. I stood behind a tree across from her house, watching. She stepped
out, keys and purse in hand. Seeing her brought warmth to to my body, and a
smile creeped across my face. There you
are, right on time. She was wearing a red shirt, brown leather jacket, and
jeans. I remember those clothes, they were in her lower left drawer in her
dresser. She had seven drawers in her dresser, one with a set of clothes for
each day. She was quite organized, I liked that about her. Melinda reached the
door, fumbled with the lock for a few seconds then pushed the door open and
stepped inside. That lock has always been
a pain, she needs to replace it. Maybe I will tomorrow.
The
house's lights lit up one by one. Its time. I slowly moved up to a large window
at the living room. I could see the hallway to my left where she was sitting on
a stool, taking her shoes off as her brown hair fell in her face. Every time
she would brush her hair away from her face butterflies flew through my body
causing my knees to buckle. She is the most beautiful thing ever, nothing can
compare to her.
Melinda
finished with her shoes and placed them on a rack next to the door. She headed
to the kitchen, out of my site, so I moved to another window for better vision.
Finding a suitable window, I peered through it to see Melinda pulling out two
pieces of bread, peanut butter, and jelly. To many, this is a simple over used
sandwich but she enjoyed every bite of it...so did I. Watching her enjoy
something as small as a sandwich filled me with joy. If she can enjoy something like a basic sandwich then how can she not
enjoy being with a simple person like me?
After
she finished the sandwich she placed the dishes in the sink and walked to her
bedroom, with me close behind her. She walked up to her bedroom windows and
closed the blinds. This happened to me once before so I went in her house to rig
the blinds to give a little bit of vision. When I looked through she walked
into the bath room to turned on some running water, shes going to take a bath.
When she returned to her room she began to remove her clothes. I quickly turned
around, I'm not going to be like one of
those jerks, want her for her body not for her. I want her for her, not her
body. I have been tempted to watch her many many times, but I know she wouldn't
want me to watch her naked unless she allowed me. That day will come soon, when
I proclaim my love for her, she will love me and we will be together forever.
I
sat there with my back against the house waiting for Melinda to finish her bath
and dress herself. It usually takes her about thirty minutes, with a look at my
watch I proclaimed that it has been thirty minutes. I looked through the gap in
the window to see her finish putting on her pajamas, perfect timing, like
always. She walked around the house turning off the lights and locking the
doors. Shes getting ready to go to bed. After turning off all the light she
kept on a small lamp on the right side of the bed for reading. Melinda pulled
out the book, “Romeo and Juliet” a perfect description of our relationship. We
will always love each other, we can not live without each other, and would die
for each other, she just doesn't know she would yet.
After
twenty-three minutes she put the book to the side, pulled the sheets over
herself, and turned off the lamp. Now I
wait, wait for a few hours to allow her to fall into deep sleep, so she won't
be startled by me. Sitting at the window for a few hours wasn't hard, I've
done it too many times, plus I'm waiting on the love of my life. I don't care how long I wait; I could wait
for centuries till we are together. Doesn't matter how long it is as long as we
are together. I glanced at my watch, 3 A.M. That's long enough. I took out
a spare key I made from hers and opened her front door, quietly closing it
behind me. I stayed still for a few minutes to allow my eyes to adjust to the
darkness. When I was convinced they were adjusted enough I made my way to
Melinda's room. I slowly pushed open the door and peered in. She was in the
same position as when she fell asleep, on her back, looking like an angel from
God. I walked over to the side of her bed, looking down on her like a guardian
angle here to protect her from all evil in the world. As I inhaled I could
smell her shampoo and soap, wonderful smells, I cherish every moment I get to
breath it in. I couldn't smell any of her toothpaste, guess she forgot. I
leaned over and gave her a slight kiss on the lips, “Sleep tight angel.” I
whispered. I turned and left the house, ready to come back to watch her wake to
go to work and spread her purity with the rest of the world. “Melinda my love,
rest well.”
