There’s a lost dream somewhere – one where I had imagined myself as an adult, getting married, having children, living in one of those suburbs with identical houses – where did that dream go? Is it cheesy to think this dream would be my happily ever after?
I don’t recall what happened. All I remember is walking alongside the river with my fiancee, Mark, on Earth Day when several loud pop, pop, pop rang in the air. Next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into Mark’s arms, “Leila, what do I do?” He said frantically.
I am the epitome of true love. For almost 25 years, he had dominated my dreams. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could see him in my dreams. Whenever I looked up at the stars, his face would be the only one I saw.
I was at work when my secretary knocked and presented me with a white envelope. “A gentleman dropped this off for you.” I accepted the envelope as my secretary hastily retreated. I rolled my eyes. Why is everyone in this building afraid of me?
Inside the envelope was an orange construction paper. The words, Really to see me in the dark? were printed front and center. I instantaneously knew what this was. I couldn’t believe he got me admission to my favorite art exhibit. Suddenly, I could care less about who was lurking outside my office. I must jump for joy.
He led me through the woods blindfolded, wanted to show me his gift for our anniversary. I felt giddy, wondering what it could be. Heck, it can be anything. He’s an artist after all. “Are we there yet?”
“Almost,” my sweet husband whispered in my ear, “Now, step to your right,” I obeyed as he untied the blindfold. Before me stood a creation. I don’t know what it was but it was a creation all right. It was made from bicycle wheels and CD’s. “Do you like it? This is a light reflector because you are the light of my universe.”
This is a fiction/non-fiction take on the day I found out a boy has a crush on me. I think it’s a fun and humorous story to re-post. The story’s true but I just added some humor into the dialogues and it took weeks to happen, not in a day. Continue reading “Flash Fiction – First Crush”→