I never believed fairytales were for girls like me where the white knight whisks the pretty girl off into the sunset and they live happily ever after. I never believed it until him. Even then, I had my doubts but he gave me his heart completely the day we met. He never asked anything of me in return and somehow that didn't seem all too fair in my mind. Maybe he knew that I needed that time. I certainly can't imagine life without him now. He's not the out there kind of guy that would be a certain "prince charming" to most but certain things about him staked their claim on the possession of my eternity. He knew he had me from the word "go"; he just was waiting for me to admit it. He's everything I've ever wanted in a man. The perfect smile, sparkling eyes, an offbeat sense of humor that nobody could ever understand but myself and most of all, the unconditional adulation he poured on me. I was nobody until he came along. Even now as I watch him standing across the room in a pair of silk pajama slacks, I find it hard to believe he's now mine. Oh sure I have to share him with the world when he's on stage but when he comes off it, he's all mine and the world becomes ours.
I clear my throat as I stand in the doorway of our bedroom in a white silk gown with a slit clean up onto the hip. He turns from the light ocean breeze drifting softly through the open door. I'm nervous. I don't know why I should be. He waited for this very day to make our union one. It's not that I'd never known the touch of a man; it's just that I'd never known his.
He takes my hand. His fingers casually weave through each delicate fingertip. I love the feel of his hands.
"Stunning,"he simply uttered. |
