I love you

"I love you," he said looking into the sweet blue eyes of his
darling wife to be.
"I love you too," she lovingly replied to her dark and handsome fianc?.
They kissed. A long, luscious embrace that oozed love, trickled
affection and was warm with mutual passion. Each one found happiness
and felt a flutter in their hearts with every moment of the shared
embrace. When finally they withdrew, each looked into the others eyes.
Her deep ocean blue and his wild forest green. There was a silence; a
moment where neither spoke, but there was no need. As they looked at
each other, they did not need words to express their feelings for each
other. Words would simply not be sufficient to describe their feelings
of love for each other. Their hearts beat together, their bodies locked
together in a warm hug, and soon their lives would be bound to each
other for richer or poorer, sickness or health, like two swans floating
on the lake of life.
"I can't wait to marry you Simon Weatherall," she said while caressing
her love's masculine cheek.
"And I can't wait to marry you Mary Josephine. Or should I say Mary
Weatherall." They giggled together and hugged each other deeper. "Do
you remember when we met?" She asked.
"Of course, how can I forget that night?" Together they remembered that
fateful night when first they met. The restaurant had been crowded, and
Simon and his client were forced to sit in the corner. Simon had sat on
the bench. "I sat down and saw you next to me. I thought 'hmm that is a
mighty fine looking woman.'" She giggled, her sweet smile radiated
warmth and when she smiled he always felt a breezy sensation that he
knew to be love. "?But then I saw your boyfriend."
"Your client's phone rang."
"And he had to go outside to take the call because it was too noisy
inside." Another kiss interrupted the story. "And then your boyfriend
had to visit the toilet."
"Yes and we were alone."
"I was looking at you through the corner of my eyes."
"I know. We were having a conversation but I couldn't really
concentrate because I knew this handsome guy was pretending not to look
at me."
"Come on, I wasn't that obvious was I?" Simon nodded his head.
"Well when your man left I still remember what you said to me."
"Yeah I said, 'Excuse me, have you got the time?'"
"That was the worst pick up line ever," Simon joked. She gave mock look
of shock.
"That wasn't a pick up line honey for your information." She giggled.
"Well maybe it was, but just a little one."
"'Its seven o' clock I said and then we never spoke for the rest of the
night." They looked again into each others eyes, both wandering what
would have happened if they had never met each other again. "Who would
have guessed we would end up getting married?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm so lucky that we met again in the Kings Horse. I saw your
boyfriend with another girl, and I saw you laughing and joking with
your girlfriends. How could I tell he was just your brother?" They
giggled again and kissed once more. "But I was too shy to just walk up
to you and say 'hi'. Especially because all your friends were
there."
"You remember when Sandra introduced us?"
"How can I forget it, she still reminds me of it in the office you
know."
"She said like, 'Hey Si, meet my friend Mary.'"
"Yes, we've already met," they both said together. They laughed at the
shared memories. Simon looked at his girl up and down, she looked hot
in that bright red top, then suddenly he lifted her in his arms, kissed
her firmly on the lips and then started to carry her upstairs. "What
are you doing?" She asked while putting her arms around his strong
shoulders.
"Its time to take a bath honey," he said.

One Year Later
"I love you honey," She said to her husband who was busy assembling
their new cupboard. "What?"
"I said I love you honey." He finished banging the nail into the wood
and put the hammer down. "I love you too sweetheart." He wiped the
sweat from his brow and came over to his wife. They hugged and kissed -
a short and sweet show of affection and commitment to each other. He
felt her body between his arms and put his hands in her warm woolen
jumper. He felt comfortable with her. She swept her arms up and down
his back, and felt like a young girl in the arms of her father. She
felt like she was home again. She kissed his check and he did likewise.
"You are doing a good job with that cupboard," she complimented
him.
"Yeah, I was having trouble with the instructions, but I finally
figured it out."
"I think its going to look really nice, that mahogany wood colouring is
really going to match the cr?me colour of the wall don't you
think?"
"Yah hun, you are good with colours," he replied.
"Ok, why don't you take a break and I'll make you a cup of tea."
"That sounds great honey." He could do with a break.

So this was married life. As he follow his wife into the kitchen and
watched her take two cups from the counter he considered his happiness.
He felt good, this was they way he wanted it. Everyday at work bringing
home the bread and cheese, and doing odd jobs around the house. Maybe
it wasn't the most exciting life, but he could genuinely look into his
heart and say that he had found contentment. As she filled the kettle
with water she also considered her new life. Her friends had asked her
just the other day what it was like to be married. She had told them
the truth, it was nice. It was good to finally be secure and to settle
down. One of them had said that she always thought being married was
boring, but then Mary had answered that a marriage is what you make of
it. The answer had satisfied her friends' curiousness about married
life. She continued to prepare the tea.
"I saw John the other day," Simon mentioned as he grabbed the biscuit
tin and took out two milk chocolate cookies and began munching on
them.
"Oh how is he?" She asked while looking for tea bags.
"He's alright. Said that him and Sandra are finally tying the
knot."
"Oh really! I was wondering when they would finally get around to
it."
"Yeah we all were," he said between munches.
"Tea will be a minute, what do you want for dinner?" She asked.
"Hmm? Any sausages left?"
"Yeah I think there are a few."
"Ok, sounds good. But ill mash the potatoes this time." They both
laughed together at the memory of the last time she had made the
potatoes. Simon had described them as 'a good effort' but in fact they
were too salty and had big lumps in them. But otherwise she was a good
cook.
"Anything good on TV tonight?" Mary asked before pouring the water into
the cups.
"I haven't checked the guide yet. What day is it today? Sunday. I think
your programme is on."
"Which one?"
"The detective one that you like."
"Oh really. Thanks for reminding me." After a few minutes of idle chat
and biscuit eating, Mary announced that the tea was ready. He smiled to
her and gave her a sweet kiss on her neck before taking the tea. He
sipped. "Hmm it's good." Then, he asked "Honey, you wanna take a bath
later?"
"Maybe later hun, after my TV show."

One year later
"I love you honey." She said in between sobs and tears.
"Stop crying," he said, almost demandingly.
"Just say you love me."
"I love you," his words sounded hasty.
"Say it like you mean it."
"I do mean it." He held his head as if having a headache.
"You sound so cold when you say it though," she replied wiping the
tears away.
"Look, I'm sorry ok. Just forget it."
"How can I forget it?"
"Look it was a mistake alright. I'm sorry."
"A mistake? You knew what you were doing." He sat down and there was an
uncomfortable silence. Neither could find the right words to say. Both
had so much to tell each other, but they could not find the right way
to say it. She looked at her husband. How could he do something like
that? Hadn't she been the best wife she could be? What had she done
wrong? She saw her husband through blurry eyes, saw how he looked,
searched his face for his true feelings for her.
"Don't you remember when we met?" They both remembered the times of joy
and happiness they both shared. Another silence, this time filled by
bittersweet memories. He thought that she would calm down if they
talked about the past. She would remember all the romantic things they
had shared and she would calm down. "Of course I remember when we met
honey," he said. "How can I forget that? When I saw you, you were so
cute and I was jealous of your brother." She smiled again, and Simon
thought that she was finally going to stop crying. Yet the smile was
short-lived, the memories of past love were quickly washed away by
fresh memories of hurt, pain, despair, anger and betrayal. The sudden
rush of emotion was too much to handle. Her quiet tears became a flood
of raw emotion.
"You bastard!" She sobbed. "You bastard!" Simon was lost for words. He
couldn't control the situation any longer. He lifted his arm and tried
to wrap it around her in comfort, but she just pushed him away as
forcefully as her petit body could muster. "Don't touch me," she spat
bitterly, before folding her arms and turning away. Another empty
silence followed, with each partner searching their souls for words to
say, or actions that could make the whole thing go away. Simon was
sincere in his regrets; he realised that he had messed up big time.
Even during that one night of passion, when the other girl was on top
of him, he had regretted it. He knew in his heart that he had married
the right girl. Yes, they had problems, of course every couple does,
but he hoped that she could forgive and forget. "How would you feel if
I had slept with someone else?" she suddenly asked, the silence
shattered and Simon was dragged away from his thoughts. He pondered the
question. If it had been her, he would be totally gutted and destroyed,
he told her that. "I have nothing to say honey, only that I am truly
sorry, I feel so guilty and ashamed, that I can do this to the person I
love. It will never happen again, really, because I do love you more
than anything in this world. You are my life, not just my wife."
"Shut up you bastard!"

One year later
"I love you honey, but I cant stand this any longer," she said
honestly. He sat down on his favored chair facing the television. He
flicked the on button and sat back. "Honey, I need to talk, just turn
off the television." He looked up at her: she wore an old grey woolen
jumper, and casual worn jeans. She still looked attractive however.
Sensing that she meant business He grabbed the remote control and the
TV flicked off, letting out an audible huff to show his displeasure. "I
mean, almost everyday we are fighting, and its just I can't stand it
any longer," she continued.
"I know that," he hit back "you are just so stubborn, and I'm working
so hard these days in the office. Why do we have to talk about this
now?"
"I know you are tired, so am I, but when do we ever talk about our
problems?" she was stern when she spoke. She wanted to clear the air,
just talk all night long if that what it took just to come to some
agreement. "We talk about our problems all the time." He really wasn't
in the mood for this, not again.
"I just can't stand it any longer, I've been thinking a lot recently. I
think that you have to be more supportive of me, and stop being so
selfish."
"Me selfish?" he suddenly sat upright, he became hot with anger. "I'm
not selfish!"
"Yes you are, you just don't realize it!" she spoke the words harshly
and Simon could detect a hint of venom in them. He didn't like her to
attack him, so he fought back.
"You know your problem? You sit around the house all day reading
women's magazines and watching daytime TV, and you get all these ideas
and you expect me to go along with all your crazy ideas."
Now she became angry as well, he was so wrong and just being an idiot.
When he stood to walk out, she blocked him. They were close, close
enough that he could smell the freshness of her hair. It bought back
memories of happier times, but when he looked into his wife's eyes, she
stared wildly, aggressive and that look was full of hate. It burned
him, he just wanted to hugs her and cry away all of their problems. It
just doesn't work like that. "Where are you going?" she
questioned.
"I just want to lie down," he said calmly, hiding the burning
frustration that was building inside. It threatened to burst violently
out like an angry volcano. He hoped that she would understand and let
him go. It didn't work. "You are going to stay here and talk with me,"
she said. He knew that if he talked, they would fight again. He touched
her shoulder and gently pushed her aside and stepped towards the door.
That really upset her, and she pulled him back forcefully. "Let me go!"
he shouted, but she wouldn't let her grip go. He pushed her again, this
time his push was fuelled by all the emotions going on in his head, and
she fell backwards and fell to the floor. She cried and he felt guilty
again. "I'm sorry hun," he said and bent to help her up. She slapped
him hard on the face, the pain stung, not from the force, but from the
bitter emotions that scorched him inside. "You bastard," she said
again. "Don't ever fucking touch me like that again! This is it, I've
had enough. I want a divorce." She said those words and meant them. He
realized that she said the truth, and he burned up again. This was the
first time she had ever mentioned divorce. "Do you mean it? You really
want a divorce?" he asked even though he knew the answer.
"Yes. I can't stand this any longer." She got up from the floor and sat
on the chair. He lifted his eyes from the floor and looked at her. "But
I don't want to divorce, I love you so much." He said. It was the
truth.
She looked up, her anger was gone, washed away with the only honest
answer he had given her for a long time. She loved him too, the only
man who had ever had her heart. In her mind she knew that even if they
broke up, she would still love him. But then everyday they were
fighting, they rarely spoke to each other, never did things together
like they had in the first years of their love. "Listen, I love you
too, but?"
"But?"
"But, I think it's better if we do divorce. I can't live like this, I'm
not happy anymore."
"Fine then," he said and walked away. He went upstairs, locked himself
in his room and tried to fight back the tears.

One year later
"They loved each other so much. I know they both had their problems,
breaking up and getting back together. They weren't the ideal couple,
but they did genuinely love each other. Its perhaps fitting that they
should be here now, together forever." Tears streamed from Sandra's
face as she bent down to lay the roses on the two graves. Simon and
Maria now lay together, side by side for the rest of time.