What boredom got from me
Ever since I was little I desired to marry a wealthy man, an educated one, with a Golden Retriever. I even imagined how he would propose to me -on one knee, with flowers around us, classical music playing, and a beautiful silver ring.
And now, as I celebrate my 29th birthday I sigh and smile to the guy sitting beside me. My dreams and m reality where just a little way off.
He may not be the CEO of a big company, or even a businessman for that matter, but I still love him.
Actually, he’s a photographer. And on top of that, he has more tattoos than skin. When my mother saw him for the first time, she fainted. My father kept staring at him every time he said something and my brother was fascinated.
I met him by chance, when I was running out of a store, trying to catch the bus. Bumped into him, and everything I had on my hands was scattered everywhere. He smiled and lend me a hand, he then offered me a cup of coffee, and, as a coffee lover, I couldn’t say no.
He asked me my name, completely ashamed as he realized he didn’t ask before, and I laughed and told him I hadn’t thought about it either.
He drove me home that afternoon, after giving me his number.
A week later, when my best friend -and co-worker, Lisa- had left for the weekend, I called him. His voice filled my head that night, and we agreed to meet the day after.
When I saw him that Saturday he was dressed with loose jeans and a big t-shirt covered in paint. His hair -which was shoulder length and as black as the night- was a complete mess and his eyes were shinning with content. He invited me over to his house, to see his work, and, as I examined everything, amazed, he asked me to be his model.
I laughed and refused, saying the things everyone says when they’re ashamed ‘no thanks, I don’t think I’m fit for that role’. Ok, so not everyone says that, but I did.
And he laughed.
I laughed too and he took a photo of me while I was doing it.
We met many times after that. Many of those he thought me how to take pictures like he did, and, once, while he was sleeping, I took a photograph of his face, covered with his hair. He opened his eyes and smiled, telling me to lie next to him, to let him hug me.
Five years later, while we were on a vacation over at his family’s house, he gave me the picture he took of me that day I went to his house. And with it, a beautiful silver ring.
I cried like a baby for hours, hugging him and smiling a lot. The best part, though, was when he looked at me in the eyes and said “So, Andy, are you going to answer me?” his mom was laughing so hard I started laughing to. And, with tears in my eyes, I nodded, unable to answer.
So, here I am, a year later -on my birthday- wearing a heavy white dress while I walk to my own personal photographer, William, who, for the first time in six years, is wearing a suit.
Fin.
I really have no idea why I wrote this. But meh, I never write happy stuff, so might as well leave it.
Dany