When he met her at 16 he was in his late 20s. He also was her parents gardener, which wasn't his actual profession.
He became friends with her at that point. What he felt was more than just friendship.
This is his story of when he met the one he cal...
I didn't get Delena's personal phone number. But I got the address and telephone number of the boarding house of the university she studied at.
I mailed her one package that had long stem roses. The other had a satin nightgown of white. The last had a TimeLife CD collection of romantic love songs of the 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, and early 2000s.
I knew she would love those items. She would know who obviously sent those items by now.
I decided to telephone her, the first time in years I would hear her voice.
I dialed the number and waited. One of her dorm mates answered and told me to wait.
"Hello Delena."
"Boone."
"How have you been?"
"Good."
I went to the CD player and started to play my favorite song from John Denver.
Those words sung were the exact words I wanted to tell her. I was sorry and still love her with all my heart.
The next day...
I gave my daughter Jenny a bath to keep her warm and relieve her of cold symptoms.
As I was doing so, I thought about the time I bathed with Delena after we made love. Then another time when she was lying there waiting for me to come.
"Daddy? Are you okay?"
"Oh yeah Jenny, I'm fine. I was just thinking about something."
As I carried Jenny back to her room I thought about Delena again. Especially the kiss I gave her that second time we bathed.
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Well, now people know our story, at least what is true of course.
Many famous works have been said to be roman a clef, almost fictional just some parts are non-fictional.
I want this story to be told. Remind people of what is important.
Now as I ponder, I do wish things didn't end the way they did.
They're times I wish that Delena was here with me.
Would I ever see her again? Would she ever want to see me again?
Well, only time will tell...
There was a knock on the door. "Daddy's just gonna go and see who that is, okay Jenny?"
I quickly went downstairs and asked the front door.
When it opened I was met face to face with the woman whose heart I stole and had given herself to me.
