Red Cure (on hold)

Part 20

November 20, 2039 9:18 am

716 days.

716 days until I can see Sharp again, until I can hold her in my arms, until I can breathe in her strawberry scented hair and hold her close. This has got to be the longest engagement ever. But we decided that as soon as I got back we’d get everything arranged and get married as soon as possible. We will have moved in that night if possible.

You never realize how much of a part of you someone is until that part is missing.

November 21, 2039 11:02 pm

I can’t sleep. If I don’t start sleeping at night I’m going to be a sunken eyed skeleton when I meet Sharp again. We talked the other day so I won’t be able to see her again until next week; see, meaning literally see her, with my eyes. I can’t actually see her until the 715 days left are over. It seems so far away.

November 27, 2039

709 days left. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I had been that it would be our first spent together but because of the obvious that’s not going to happen.

It may seem selfish but I wish he was with me. I know that he’s working to cure the world of its harshest plague but I miss him so much, and the rest of the world has done little for me or Peter. I won’t share these feelings with Peter though; it will only make him feel worse about agreeing to go. I wish he hadn’t but he’s just too selfless for his own good.

I’m pleasant when we talk about random and unimportant everyday things, share meaningful glances and say how much we wish we could be together again. An exchange I never get tired of because it feels so good just to see his face.

He tells me how we should have the wedding as soon as he gets back so that we can move into the house that has yet to be picked right away. I told him that technically speaking we were already married. He said that we wouldn’t be married until I had my dream wedding. I can’t say how much I love this man. Any other man would jump at the chance to skip all of the trouble that came with a wedding, but not him, he insisted I have exactly what I want. He really is a dream come true. A dream I didn’t even realize I had.

I’ve started the wedding plans. Picking out what kind of dress I want made and the colors of the decorations and the cake, I’ve got to choose some bridesmaids as well. I’ve already chosen Yvonne to be my maid of honor, she thought I should pick Helen because she’s Marine Stevens wife but I wanted her to maybe fulfill the mother of the bride spot. I haven’t asked her yet, and I haven’t asked Marine Stevens if he’ll walk me down the aisle yet either so maybe I’ll ask them at the same time and just get that part over with.

Peter is making friends over there (big surprise) and will soon choose his best man and groomsmen; we didn’t need a big wedding party so we decided only four or five groomsmen and bridesmaids.

We set the date for two weeks after his return on November 19, 2041 so that we would have enough time to choose a house, give the builders that were going to be provided what we wanted and have it finished in time for the wedding.

I’m so excited. But I’ve already started wondering what to get Peter for Christmas and it’s got me worrying. I’ve already made gifts for everyone else but for Peter it has to be special. I’ll figure it out eventually.

December 8, 2039 11:26 pm

The days seem to blend together and dying of boredom is a serious threat. Peter and I talked about what to get each other and I told him that I had no idea what to get him, he told me that he already had my Christmas present and that I was going to love it. He gave me a few ideas such as a new watch because his had died, or smuggling him a cellphone in a cake or something. I told him I’d figure something out. I wonder what my present is.