𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙎𝙀𝙏 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙑𝘼𝙍𝘿 // 𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀́ 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 - 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙖 𝙇𝙖 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙

New York, 2024

"So, she kept coming by the diner just to see you?" Irene's writing in her notebook.

"Yes...and no."

"What does that mean?"

"It means yes, she did come to the diner to see me but it's not really what you have in mind."

It's too early on in our story for romance. My wife was romantic and she was in love with me but that wasn't what she felt when she first saw me. At least, not really. It wasn't her goal to fall in love with me, in fact, she was as skeptical as me when it came to the idea of love and marriage. She didn't believe it, so no, she didn't love me the first time she saw me.

"What did she have in mind?" This girl is a curious one but with good reason. Everyone is the same, from the 60's to now, everyone wants to know everything. When Y/N and I got together, it was the biggest story all of Hollywood had ever seen. We were the biggest couple in Hollywood, everyone wanted in on our relationship.

But other than the wild public displays of affection and the extravagant dates we went on, no one really knew our story. No one knew the extent of our devotion to each other. The papers tried really hard trying to capture the essence of our marriage but each time I read what they printed, they could never get it right.

We weren't just in love. We were soulmates. Through and through. She owned my heart, it was no longer mine. I owned her heart and it was no longer hers.

We started off as skeptics but ended up as believers.

Our love was so beautiful till the end.

"She saw something in me that made her believe I could be famous. So, she kept coming back to that diner. Observing me, calculating in her head how exactly she was going to make me the biggest and brightest star that Hollywood had ever seen."

"Well, you weren't named blonde bombshell for no reason. You basically invented that whole thing."

"Yes, but she saw more than that. She knew I had something in me that burned brighter than all the rest."

"And she watched you because of it?"

"Yes, for two whole weeks she kept coming back. Just watching, observing. She always asked me for a cigarette and I remember being so smitten with her that I picked up a fresh pack of cigarettes every day before my shift at the diner started."

"So, for her, it wasn't love at first sight?"

"No, it wasn't."

"But for you it was?"

"I wouldn't call it love at first sight, she was just gorgeous and I loved looking at her face. She was mysterious and it made me so curious about her. But love at first sight? No. I had nothing to love about her in the beginning because I didn't know her yet."

What I wanted at the end of this was for people to see how genuine Y/N and I were with each other. How it wasn't love at first sight but love for eternity. I wanted everyone to understand just the weight of what Y/N's love really did for me. How it transformed me. How it moved me.

What I want is for everyone to understand why I can't live on this earth if she isn't with me. I want everyone to understand how much Y/N loved me, that it was the one and only thing that consumed me, kept me going.

I want everyone to understand why Juliet killed herself after finding her beloved dead beside her. I want everyone to understand why Romeo bought poison and drank it beside Juliet when he thought she was dead — why the greatest love stories in the world end with death. Tragedy. The loss of your other half is tragic.