Goodnight my love. The text read.
I love you too. She typed back before definitely sinking into her pillows for the night.
Her boyfriend of almost a year now was not next to her, he was far away starting into the new day and not into the night. But he always knew when she was about to tuck herself in.
Like every morning she started the day with a big yawn and a glance at her phone, there was a new message, of course. Why would today be any different? Her heart went into its morning happiness routine, beating quicker in it’s joyful dance. Before it suddenly sunk and cracked. She could not believe what she was reading: The distance, I can no longer bare it. It is over!
Frantically she tried to get her shaking hands to type a reply to this horrible text message.
What? Please don’t do this to me, where the words she send off accompanied by a loud sob.
Thoughts were racing through her brain. This was her fault, she should have stayed, she should have moved in. But, no instead she opted for a long distance relationship by stepping onto that plane.
After two months of dating, just when they started to plan her move into his apartment, she received a job offer, that she did not want to refuse. At the time she though that their relationship was too young.
She started to curse at herself. This was her love, her true love, her soulmate. And she had ruined it all due to a stupid job, that she did not even like. She had ruined it for monetary gain.
Trying to force him to reply, she shook her phone. No reply. Why does he not reply?
Sobbing she stepped into the shower. What would she do now? She had no friends at this distance from home. Maybe she should buy herself a gallon of ice cream to burry her sorrow. And do the obligatory “Sex and the City” binge watching.
Ready for a sad day, she cast a dark look at her phone again. Still no answer.
Pacing around her apartment she could not decide what to do. Her heart was slowly but truly breaking.
Why does he not answer?
An hour later settling on the couch with Carrie and the girls and some chocolates, she tried the cliché remedy for heartbreak.
She glanced at her phone. Still no answer. She called him. It didn’t even ring. WHAT? Cold sweat erupted from her every pore.
Time passed slowly. Finally, when she could not bare it any longer, her phone chimed. A message!
We need to talk.
Yes we do! she replied repressing the urge to use foul language.
Her chest hurt. She felt stressed. This was it then. The distance was a lot, yes, but worth a breakup?
Staring at her phone’s screen, waiting for a reply, the doorbell made her jump.
“Miss, I am here to pick you up for tonight’s dinner. You have an hour to get ready, I will be waiting downstairs.” a nicely dressed chauffeur informed her.
“In a limo? she replied sceptically.
What was going on? Why was there a chauffeur, did she win anything? She was searching her mind for contests she had recently entered. But couldn’t think of anything.
Putting on her favourite dress and a pair of Louboutin heels she felt her stomach grumble. She had completely forgotten to eat anything besides those chocolates.
It was a Rolls-Royce that dropped her off at the town’s most exquisite restaurant. She did not have to wait long before he, her love appeared. With a single red rose in his hand.
“Sorry for the confusion, I did not realise the stress I made you go through, I only managed to read your messages once I arrived”.
She could not believe what she was seeing or even hearing. “What ware you doing here?” she stammered.
“I said we need to talk,” she nodded at his words, “well I am here to do that, I don’t want to be far away from you anymore!”
With those words he dropped to his knees. “Let’s say no to distance!”
She smiled waiting patiently for him to continue.
“Will you live with me?”
“Yes!” but she was hoping for more.
“Will you marry me?”
And with those words all of the pain of the day was washed away.
#BlogBattle entry for this week, word is Distance, 743 Words
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