Her gentle hand grazed my face, leading a trail down my neck and to my shoulders where she carefully massaged the aching muscles. I had just gotten off work and man had it been a rough day. Yet, all the headaches from the complaining customers and the problems that were tearing our world apart quickly faded away the moment I felt her loving touch. It was as if nothing in this world could possibly go wrong; nothing could take this love from me. What I didn’t know was how completely wrong I really was.1
That day, after the wonderful massage, I went to the kitchen and cooked her favorite meal: spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. She sat on the ugly, forest green counter and watched in delight as I moved the pots and pans around. Kicking her feet playfully like a small child, she would fiddle her thumbs, anxiously waiting for the romantic dinner I had prepared.2
When I was almost ready to serve the meal, I told her to get her sexy ass off of the countertop. She obeyed like a good little girl. Wrapping my hands tightly over her eyes so that she wouldn’t be able to see even the tiniest bit of light, I led her into the dimly lit dining room. She gasped in surprise at what awaited her. 3
Set before her on opposite sides of the table were beautiful, China plates with crystal wine glasses placed just to the upper right. In the center of the table was a beautiful bouquet of violet roses, her favorite. On either side of the centerpiece were two heart-shaped candles, brightly glowing. The room was cast in an eerie glow, as our shadows swayed back and forth to the rhythm of Brian McKnight’s “Rest of my Life.” Her bouncy curls danced across her back, blowing softly in her face. The smile she gave me made my heart melt and my knees go weak.4
I pulled her chair out slowly for her. As she sat in it, I whispered softly in her ear so that she would have to give me her undivided attention in order to hear, “Baby, I did this all tonight to show you just how much you mean to me. I could say that you are my world but that would be an understatement. I could say that you are my universe but that still would not sum up my love for you.” Kneeling before her and speaking clearly now, I continued on. “Jasmine, you are the love of my life. I could never see myself being with another woman. You hold my heart within the palm of your hands and I love you with every beat of my heart. My breath catches every time you walk into the room. Every time you tell me you love me, I get butterflies all over again like I did the first day that I met you. I could get lost in your eyes forever but I know you’d be there to rescue me from their depth. What I’m trying to say is, I love you Jasmine LaShaye Howe.” Glancing up at her with eager, loving eyes I asked her, “Will you marry me?”5
The silence pounded in my ears as I eagerly awaited her response. This was the moment I had been preparing for. She could either complete my world or completely wreck it. This exact moment would decide the direction in which my future would take. Yes, it was illegal to marry another woman but I didn’t care. I didn’t need a piece of paper to tell me that I had permission to love somebody. I didn’t need a preacher to offer us kind words of hope to know that I could love this woman unconditionally for the rest of my life. I didn’t need society to tell me that it was okay to love her. I would do it regardless. Still, the awkward silence mocked me. 6
Finally, she leaped from her chair, almost knocking it to the floor, and threw her arms around my neck screaming, “Yes!” That single word trailed its way through the damp air and crashed into the center of my chest. After placing the small, silver, diamond ring on her finger, I picked her up and spun her in circles. Tears fell down her angelic face as she confessed her undying love for me. As I had always told her I would do, I caught her tears before they had a chance to fall. I told her that she didn’t have to confess to me what she felt, for I already knew. The looks she gave me were filled with such love and her soft touch filled with such remarkable passion. She left me with no doubts in the world. Before allowing her to sit back down, I planted a delicate kiss upon her cherry lips.7
After dinner, she helped me wash the dishes and thanked me a million times over for such a wonderful night. While drying a plate I leaned over and whispered, “The night is not over my love. I still haven’t treated you to your dessert.” She grinned from ear to ear in anticipation of what was to come. That night, we explored the depths of one another’s bodies and continued to confess our undying love. Once we became exhausted, we laid together in silence. Together we slept, with her in my arms. Before falling asleep, I kissed her softly on each eyelid, wishing her sweet dreams; then, I gave her a loving peck on the lips, filling it with as much passion as I could muster. What I didn’t know was that was the last kiss I would ever be able to offer to my beautiful, loving, kind, amazingly perfect fiancé. 8
I remember waking up slightly dazed as the telephone rang off the hook just near my head. In a dreary, sleepy voice I answered. The voice at the end of the phone was panicked and sobbing. Quickly, I snapped awake from my beautiful dreams of the future. Worried, I asked who and what was the matter. The voice at the end of the receiver is a voice I wish I had never heard. To this day, I try so hard to shake myself free from this sleep and realize that it was all just a nightmare.9
“This is Sarah, Jasmine’s older sister. Natalie, I have some terrible news. Jasmine was in a car accident on her way to work-“ I cut her off right there. Freaking out I stammered out, “O-oh my G-god. Is she okay? Where is she? What in the hell happened?” The tears at the end of the phone broke into a wild frenzy of chokes. It was at that very moment that I felt my heart lodge its way into my throat and shatter into a million pieces. I shook my head, trying to force myself to wake up, to keep my mind from capturing the words I knew were going to quickly arrive.10
“Natalie, Jasmine was hit on the driver’s side by a drunk driver at the intersection of Mason Street and Camelot Drive. Her car hit the ditch and indigoid. She ended up flipping four times, before landing in a parking lot, cap side down. Although she had her seatbelt on, it was not enough to save her. Natalie, Jasmine is dead.”11
I dropped the receiver to the floor, oblivious to the caller’s frantic screams for my attention. Sinking to my knees, I laid my head on the floor and pounded my fist. This couldn’t be real. I had just been with her the night before. Only last night did she hear all of the things I had been so ready to tell her. The sparkling ring was now placed upon the finger that would forever claim her as my wife. We were supposed to be announcing our engagement, getting married, having kids, growing old together, doing all of the things that happily married people would do. No, this couldn’t be real. I was on Punk’d only; there were no hidden camera’s. I was caught in reality. 12
The next few days blurred by. It wasn’t long before the family found out about the engagement and welcomed me into their family with awaiting arms. We all cried together and talked about the memories we held so dear to us. None of us ever saw this coming. Since then, I have not loved another girl the way that I loved her. I have tried but to no avail. I lost the love of my life, my soul mate, and the girl I was destined to be with in a single night. Never once did I think that those delicate kisses before we went to bed, would be the last that she would ever remember recieving from me. I sure as hell never thought the last kiss I would ever give her period would be that in which I placed upon her dull, cold lips before she was buried deep beneath the surface. 13
A decade has passed since that horrible night and now, all I have are time worn photographs and memories I hold close to my heart. I am now 27-years-old and I adopted a little girl and named her Jasmine, after her other mother. Everyday, I pull her picture from my wallet, and with tears stained eyes kiss it softly hoping one day I will rejoin her and we will continue where we left off, hand-in-hand for the rest of eternity.
Author notes
Avril Lavigne - When You're Gone
A contest entry
- Uber Loveliness! =O =O by Aaez.
400 points, ended July 9, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next story in this contest, remove from contest - Tear Jerker by Bree Birichino 23.
175 points, ended July 13, 2008, 19 entries
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Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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ugh, tear-jerker...very well written.
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Great emotional respose evoked with this piece. The romance not only felt real, but the sudden change in atmosphere and plot direction was heart-wrenching. Thank you for your entry in a Quick Quickies contest.
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Wow. This was amazing. I'm not really into lesbian, not that I have a problem, I just don't normally read them. But once I'd started it, I was captivated, and I finished it eagerly. It was so sad. You've chosen superb language to display Natalie's feelings. I'm sorry to say it didn't actually make me cry, but it was worryingly close, which is a very good effort. You obviously put a lot of thought and feeling into this story, and that really comes out when you're reading it. Thank you for the amazing story. XD
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This was very good story. You wrote it such passion. The characters were so believeable that I felt their pain. Good work!
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This is sooo sweet! though it had such a sad ending it was still filled with love and compassion! I love it!
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I liked the story just not about the fact that they were lesbians.
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......omg......that was so sad and beautiful....I have nothing bad to say about it.
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A sweet story...but I didn't like the fact that they were lesbian though.
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I felt every feeling. Love is undieing though the the ones who love do die...
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crap like that happens, huh? I once heard that without suffering, there would be no compassion. Personally, I could still do without the suffering part.
I probably would have structured the dialogue differently, but that's just my own style.
good stuff good stuff. I also hope this isn't true story, but if it is, i'm empathize with your pain.
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I rly hope this isn't a true story!
Anyway... this was fantastic! Your reader rly felt the anguish when Jasmine died.. a beautiful write =]
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and people ask why i hate alcoholics
this was a amazing piece i loved it
although it brouught up bad memorys i still loved thsi piece
good lukc in teh contest
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Aww this was sad ,but wonderful.
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Aw, a proposal. The story started out on such a sweet note - the exhaustion after a tiring day, a lovely dinner, and a "yes". The story was written so that I too felt happy for the couple, imagined the joy. And then everything falls apart so quickly, suddenly, cruelly. Ouch.
A beautiful tribute to love, and devotion. I'm glad I had a chance to read this. -
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Her gentle hand grazed my face. that was cool, but this was soooooo sad but really great. I wrote a story based on the song when you're gone but it's not yet on storywrite. I need to work on it a little more. anyways, great job! I'll definiatly read more of your writing. the flow was smooth, I didn't see any gramatical errors or spelling errors! you rock!
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That is soo sad. The paragraph where she joins the family and stuff, and the one where she adopts the baby girl. That's too cute. It was really sad and really cute. I loved it alot. I saw now spelling errors and the grammar was good too. Over all, you did an amazing job
Thank you so much for entering.
Good luck.
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i really like the pic... and i like the way u made the font i like the way u wrote the story, and i like the idea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its great!
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great read
i loved it, you used amazing discription, very sad aswell. but i still loved it.beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 4, ending: 5, dialog: 4, characters: 5.
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"Yes, it was illegal to marry another woman" this phrase really confused me, was he married still from another marriage? i found your description to be well done, you were well thought through, and besides what i have mentioned, it was clear and understandable. I think that you did a good job with this story, slightly cliche, but nevertheless, well done! Great job!
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I THOUGHT YOU DID VERY GOOD BUT IT WAS SO SAD. I MEAN THE CAR CRASH AT THE FIRST. IT MADE ME WANT TO CRY. I FELT LIKE SO SAD. BUT GOOD JOB!!!!!!!!
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I need a tissue please. I had a feeling in my gut something awful was going to happen. And when it did happen, it felt unreal. I wanted to go back to the beginning and read that so I wouldn't have to read the heartbreak. It was so beautiful and then CRASH! Sorrow came flooding up and it was impossible to escape.
You did a fantastic job of leading the reader's emotions. At first, everything was beautiful and enchanting. You gave the reader nice ground to stand on and we felt safe. Then in one fast motion, one quick sound of a phone, the ground as we knew it caved in on itself and we fell with Natalie. We felt her pain as she felt it. We cried and mourned, we dreamed and desired.
I was listening to the song Starlight by Muse as I was reading this and I think it fits the story wonderfully.
Beautiful story doll.
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Beautiful
This was definitely heart wrenching. I love your poetic language and the way you described Jasmine and Natalie's love for each other. Your wording was wonderful, and the story overall was simply beautiful.
Great job, and keep it up!
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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Did this happen to you? If so I am really sorry about that. If not I could just picture this like my x gf.
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Oh my ... I have not got the exact words to describe how poetically beautiful this was in so many ways. Yet within such tragedy, and such heartache it was hard not to curl up into a ball and retreat not even being able to imagine how this must of felt. No in fact I cannot even begin to imagine how it must of felt.
You have done a beautiful job, the emotions were just screaming of the page. The never ending love, the dreams, the hopes the desires everything still remaining long after her loved one had passed away. That is the beauty of love, in eternity.
~Wonderfull job baby~
Blair
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