Daydreaming

I loved him

I stood there in the kitchen, washing dishes as per usual. Before he left, it was a 'we' activity, but now, as of five months ago, it's become a chore for me. I never hated anything. I enjoyed doing things most people despised, because of him. He made my life worth living. Now I wallow in memories until he returns. He was deployed into the United States marines. I do things with my family, don't get me wrong, but it's just not the same. My excitement increases each day for his return. One more week and he can be in my arms again. I remember the first time I met him, and I won't ever forget it. He was a shy guy, and it humbled me knowing that there are still loving guys out there. He came into my waitressing job every single day just so I could give him a slice of Apple pie and a cup of coffee. I didn't mind it at all though. He had brown hair that swooped across his forehead, always messy. It was so nice and soft, but now it's gone because they made him shave it. His light green eyes, and prominent dimples show through with even the slightest giggle. It took him three months to finally gain the courage to ask me to a picnic under the stars, as he called it. It took me hours to get ready and him too, but half way through the dinner it poured. When I say poured, I mean there were cats and dogs falling from the sky. Usually any sane person would freak out, but not him. He laughed really loud and grabbed my hand. He pulled me over to an open field while start to dance with me. 1,2,3,1,2,3, he repeated over and over again until I got the rhythm. His lips in a content smile while he hummed an incomprehensible song. It really was something straight out of a movie. At the first crack of lightening, we ran to his car, and listened to the rain beat down. It was a comfortable silence, then he grabbed my hand catching my attention. His left hand on my cheek in soft strokes, and his eyes bore into mine. What felt like forever was probably forty five seconds when he leaned into me. Shutting his eyes slowly, his lips brushed mine, and he looked back at me as if to ask for permission. Closing the space, sparks flew. Lips moving in sync, and neither of us wanted to stop. He scooped me up so I was sitting in his lap. Space didn't exist between us, and abruptly he pulled away. A smirk played on his mouth as he whispered "If we're going to do this, you at least have to buy me dinner first." Giggles came through our lost breaths. He gave me the best of times. I am completely and utterly in love with this man. Soon I'm broken out of my trance, by a ringing of the door bell. I wipe my hands on the hand towel beside the sink. I waddle to the door, because for the last seven months I've been eating for two. Opening the door, I'm greeted by two uniformed soldiers. Pity floods their eyes as they get a look at my tummy. "Ma'am, we are sad to inform you that your husband has been killed in active duty. We present this flag to you as a sincere token from the United States Marines. We are sorry for your loss." Immediately I lose feeling in my legs. I'm on the ground. Tears spilling from my lids. "What the hell! He's gone? I loved him!! What am I going to do? My baby has no daddy!! I loved him!" I bawl and snot on this poor mans uniform and he bends down to comfort me. "I loved him!!" I repeated. "I loved him." I loved him..."

I wake up to white room. The lights seem to be on full blast, and I hear a distant beeping. I'm in the hospital. "Ah, you're up," my mother said. "How are you feeling?" I almost threw up recalling the news from earlier. "Mom. My life is over. I can't live anymore.." "Honey, later in the day when you are feeling better, there are things we need to discuss.." She trailed off looking to the floor swiping under her eyes. I shake my head yes and lay back down. I hear heels walk into the room, but I don't bother to get up. "Ma'am, we tried our best, but under the severe stress, she lost the baby.."

A/n

Soooo..My heart hurts just writing this. Who did you imagine as the couple? This really depressed me. ✌️✌️