A New Romance

Everyday thousands of women would come through the girlish shop door and come out with a wide smile. There were almost no men inside, it was like women supremacy. Even though, I can asure you it was a normal thing, it was expected. But what was not expected was the young lady who showed up the 4th of November. She walked gently, avoiding to collide with the hangings full of white dresses and sometimes with other rebellious colours. Her straight and clean black hair was so long that it reached her skinny elbows and moved in harmony as she was walking straight to me. My hands started to sweat when I tried to look away. My eyes couldn't resist, they moved to meet hers, two perfect white circles with beautiful emeralds inside each one. Before I knew, she was in front of me.

"Hello, I came to take measures for my wedding dress" her shinny pearls shone inside her perfect mouth. Anxiety invaded me, why did she choose me and not a female co-worker?

My job was really simple, I had to take measurements of the future brides' bodies and write them down on a formulary. Just that, it wasn't hard. But that day was a special day.

I quickly ran to look for my measuring tapes. On my way, I almost fell. It took me a while to find them, I tried to be as fast as a racing car. What if she got impatient?

When I came back, she was gone. I can't describe the new and strange feeling I felt, it was as if my heart was broken by a heavy and enormous hammer and the pieces pierced the rest of my organs.

Suddenly, a lovely and youthful voice called me.

"Mick! Over here!" I was being called by a gorgeous girl, an angel, who took her time to read my name written on my working shirt. My body was full of life again and when I walked to meet her again, it was as if I was walking over clouds.

She was grabbing a wonderful wedding dress hanging on a rack by the sleeve. I could perfectly picture her wearing it and walking down the aisle towards me...

"I want measurements of my body for this dress, please", she looked at me with a cute face. Oh, I couldn't resist her demands. I nodded before she could say anything else and took her soft hand with my big manly one. My hand was getting sticky and sticker every second that passed and my face was burning like hell.

So I conducted her to a fitting room, the walls were full of clear mirrors. She stood up in the middle of the place and waited.

First, her little and tiny neck. Then, her skinny and long arms. After, her sexy and small waist. Finally, her bottom and legs. I tried to do everything professionally but I had to leave the best for last. Yes, I did this everyday but she was unique.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?", I asked with the deepest voice I had. The lady was playing with her amazing hair while I wrote down all the perfect numbers I took from her.

"I do", my heart started beating faster and I giggled. She was so cute and pure. I glanced back but she was still playing with her hair between her delicated fingers, there was no change in her face.

"That is so nice. Can I have your name?"

"Josepha Lilly", I saved it in a special place in my memory, just like every inch of her. Her green eyes were watching me after that.

"Can I have your number? I mean- for the measuring report", I was such a coward. Joseph continued to tell me the numbers. Maybe I could've called her later and invite her for dinner in a fancy restaurant near the river, I would rent the best tuxedo in town and buy her the best red and white roses. She would come with a short and sexy dress and after the food, my future wife would ask me to take her home. Then, we would stay at home...

"My fiancé is waiting for me, are we done here?"

Blackness. My eyes went black, my head went black, my heart died. An infinite black hole took over me.

Everyday thousands of women would come though the girlish shop door and come out with a wide smile. But that 4th of November, my soul mate walked away forever, leaving me behind with a broken heart.