Philidosia A Love Story

Chapter 3: The Date

  I wore the suit I wore at the ball where I met Theodosia for our date. Ma made sure I looked handsome and perfect. I was sitting on a bench with a bouquet of red and white roses. The air was cold and thick, snow fluttering by the wings of the wind. The garden was still coated with the blanket of white. The garden's bushes, trees, grass, and plants were covered with glittering snow. I also had a love letter for Theodosia. I was waiting for a few minutes when Theodosia finally came as she walked elegantly to the path to the bench. "My love, you made it!" I said. "Philip!" Theodosia said. She sat next to me. I handed her the bouquet. She smelled them against her rosy nose. "They're beautiful." She smiled. "That's not it," I said grabbing the love letter from my coat pocket and handed it to her. She grabbed it, looked at me and smiled, and opened it. "My dearest Theodosia, I am your sun and you are my light. You are my moon and I am your night. I am your book and you are my story. You are my lock and I am your key. Dear Theodosia, I love you and you are mine. You are beautiful, wise, kind, and fine. Ever yours, P. Hamilton." Theodosia read. A smile started to form and spread on her face. "Philip, this is absolutely beautiful and brilliant," she said "nobody has written me a poem before." I touched her rosy cheek with my hand. "Always for you, my love." I said. She put on a warm, friendly smile. Her love was warming my body even for how cold it was. "My dearest Philip, you do not know how much I love you. I'm sure there is no other lady who loves a man as much as I." Theodosia said. We held our hands tightly and slowly kissed each other. Theodosia's smoothe lips were satisfying mine. We kissed each other until we were out of breath, and then finally let go. Theodosia gradually put on a smile. "My Theodosia." I said. "My Philip." She said. "Shall we go for a walk?" Theodosia said while standing up, still holding my hand. I nodded happily. We started walking in the streets of Albany, hand by hand. We were silent for the first minute. "So Philip, please tell me what it is like living with so many siblings. I've never had any myself." Theodosia said. "It is chaotic at times, but it is truly great overall." I answered. "Could you tell me a bit about each of your siblings?" Theodosia asked me. "Oh, yes. Of course. My little sister Angelica is my best friend. We did duets together when we were younger. She took dancing lessons with Lady Washington and the Washington children when she was young, for my father was very close to George Washington himself. My aunt bought her a piano, where my father would teach her piano while my mother would teach me. She has always been very fond of music. Alexander, my brother after Angelica, has always been fond of my mother and father. He would help my mother tidy up the house, be there to support her during her pregnancies, and help her watch my younger siblings and would also help my father by bringing him food, getting him new paper, ink, and quills, light up a new candle, clean up his room, give him new clothes, and change his bedsheets. Alexander has taken me and my father as his role models, and so do my brothers. James, my brother after Alexander, is very close to his younger brother John, his brother after him. James taught him how to read and write. James is just intelligent and kind overall. John taken James as his role model as well. He always has his nose stuck in a book, or his hand glued to a quill and ink, for reading and writing is what James taught him. John has never got in trouble, in fact he's teaching my youngest siblings William and Elizabeth how to be responsible and respectful. John is very wise and clever for only seven years old. William is very happy and outgoing. He would toddle happily around the house and play with my baby sister Elizabeth. He looks incredibly like my mother, and cries if she is not in his sight. He's a joy to be with for only two years old. He has an ability to make anyone laugh in the worst of times. My baby sister Elizabeth, whom is the youngest, is a very quiet baby. She is always surrounded by family members, for she was the only girl since Angelica, which took four boys. Whenever I see her, she's either in her crib napping or being cradled in somebody's arms. She was Angelica's first and most likely only sister, so Angelica is very fond of her. My siblings are amazing, and I can't wait for them to be your own family." I said. I then realized how much my siblings mattered to me. "Oh, wow. You certainly do have a big family, do you not?" Theodosia joked. I laughed. My father's crooked smile appeared on my face. "I've been talking the whole time, how about you tell me about yourself?" I asked Theodosia. "Well, I was born in Albany on June 21, 1783 to my parents Aaron and Theodosia Burr. I was my father's only child, and so I became the centerpiece of his world. My mother had a husband before I was born, whom she had five children with. He sadly died, but quickly fell in love with my father. They married happily, even though my mother was ten years older than him. My parents tried having a baby multiple times, but two of my brothers were stillborn. They managed to have a little girl, Sally, after my aunt, but she died at age three. I was the only surviving child. When I was eleven, my mother died of stomach cancer. It was a massive loss for both me and my father. I was there to support him, and we eventually recovered from her death. And, here I am now, sixteen and in love." Theodosia said, resting her head on my shoulder. I smiled. "Theodosia?" I asked her. "Yes, Philip?" Theodosia said. "Meet me at sunset in the garden, ok?" I told her. I held her hand and slowly let it go as I ran off back to my house. "I promise I will!" Theodosia shouted from the distance. I went to the store and bought every candle I could possibly buy. I went to the garden, set up every candle, and lit them. The fire was melting the snow, showing the beautiful garden. When I was done, the sun was slowly setting. I went in the garden and only about three minutes after Theodosia came. The candlelight was shining against her face, making her look like an angel. She walked slowly down the aisle of candles. "Philip." She simply whispered. "My lady," I said pulling my hand out "will you take this dance?" Theodosia happily nodded. We were gracefully dancing in the circle of candles. "Philip, you do not know how much I love you." Theodosia said smiling. "Oh, my love, I do." I said, and then grabbed Theodosia, her body moving towards my lips and kissed her. She looked stunned at first, but then accepted it. All I could feel and think about was Theodosia's love. We kissed until we were completely out of breath. She hugged me tightly, and I hugged her back. It was now night, and the candle's fire had died out. I lead Theodosia to my bedroom, where she and I had enjoyed the night together quite nicely. I woke up in bed with my arm wrapped around Theodosia's body. The moon was still out. I woke her up. "My love, you must get up before your father finds out you are gone." I said quietly. Theodosia then quickly woke up. "Oh, yes, yes." She said as she rushed to put her dress back on. She blowed me a kiss. "Thank you for the wonderful night." She said smiling and then quietly started walking home. I put my own clothes on and caught up with her. "May I escort you, most finest of ladies?" I said when I finally caught up with her. "You may," She said. We walked back to her father's house, arm by arm, silently. When we arrived, she hugged me, gave me yet another kiss, and returned to her room. I walked back home, thinking of my beautiful Theodosia, whom I loved, so very much. I would give anything to make her happy, which I did.