Love story

I've always found his ability to ignore more than impressive. 

The first time I saw him he was flawless. From the few wrinkles on his forehead when he was feeling irritated to the funny way he was turning around like someone was following him. Well, he wasn't far from the truth. I was observing him like a sworn hunter, who has his eye on a helpless prey. 

At first I was keeping a distance, but over time I've become more and more confident and found the strenght to get closer. He noticed me, I'm sure he noticed me. But he chose to ignore my attempts to get aquainted. As you may guess, I didn't give up.(Fight for the love, right?) I continued my monitoring over his life. I knew what time he gets up, how he always leaves his coffee on the table in the morning after drinking two sips and how he rushes to get back home at 6pm. 

Being after him on the line for snacks at the pavillion or standing at the same section as him while grocery shopping were one of my favourite things to do during the weekend.

He was acting like he's not followed, but I was sure he secretly wanted me to do that. 

Until he cought me digging in his laundry. (Don't judge me, I was just trying to find his precise to buy him something for his birthday!) I didn't want to be cought, but how could I know that he would came early from work. I thought my calculations were perfect- he would be back from the office at 7pm and would be already at his front yard behind the tree just having my eyes on him through the window. Well, obviously I was wrong. 

One thing I was certain, all the time he knew he was watched. I found that the hard way. After he tied me and put me on one of his chairs, (I love those chairs by the way! He bought them last year at the middle season sale from a antic shop. Absolutely lovely!), he started walking around the house trying to find something. 

Oh, I forgot to mention one little detail about the situation. His wife left him 6 months ago and took his 4-year old child. (Nice kid! One day I tried to talkt to it by the schoolyard, but some men told me to leave it alone. What a pity!) I don't think it's my fault that his wife saw some pictures with him and some other women. He should have been more careful about what he consumes. There're many bad people that might put something in his drink! 

So, I was sitting on his soft chair, waiting for my bright future with him. (I couldn't stop thinking about our wedding! We were going to be such a beautiful couple!) I saw him grabbing a pistol, maybe he was going to leave me at home and go hunting. I'm a good wife, so I'll have to respect his hobbies. 

Suddenly, I started getting tired. I could feel my hands heavy and hard to move. When I looked down, I saw something red all over my body. The pain was strong, but he was in front of me which helped me get over it. I guess he was trying to test the weapon and unintentionaly pulled the trigger. Of course I wasn't angry, the love of my life just took mine. (The most tragic and romatic ending of this love story of ours!) 

Once I heard that I needed to find what I love and let it kill me.... 

I guess I accept the words too literally..