True Love

I have been living with her for about five years now .

I remember our first look as if it was yesterday : I was wondering about the human nature after a terrible break up but I saw her walking in the street and the world became totally beautiful at that moment …

She saw me, I saw her and we knew that we were made for each other .

Now years have passed and it's always with this naïve admiration that I love her more than myself …

She is absolutely great , marvelous , gorgeous !

It is Sunday today, we are sitting on the sofa in front of the BBC . The news deal with this snow tempest which has touched London for about two days now. But actually, it doesn't matter, so long we are together !

Oh , I feel completely hypnotized by her sweet perfume , I quiver with joy when I hear her voice when she calls me for the dinner, when she asks me to sit on the sofa next to her : there is so much tenderness in her high-pitched voice that I can't help loving her .

I enjoy waiting for her in the kitchen when she goes back off the office, exhausted for hours of work but released to see me . She always throws her bag and her coat in the hall and joins me in the kitchen to tell me how her day was . And I keep on listening to her, lapping up everything she says , filled of admiration for her …

But sometimes I admit that we don't always live days through rose-tinted glasses. Yes, sometimes I try to read in her eyes the words she doesn't want to pronounce or to lift this veil of sadness which hides her green eyes. I try to comfort her with all my tenderness and my love but I realize that it's not sufficient or that doesn't work …

One night, before switching off the light, she tells me in the  bed :

-Freddie, I … want to be alone, could you sleep on the sofa tonight ?

Desperate, I obey her like a silly dog . Before going downstairs I am sure that I have heard her sobbing …

The next day , she enters the kitchen, with a bright smile which makes me forget all the troubles we have been through . She puts a hand on my head and whispers sweet words :

-I feel so sorry, I shouldn't have told you that , I feel better   now . You know the work … my colleagues aren't always kind with me and in short, I think I should take my mind off this whirl of tensions , stress and failures …

Then, she takes a cup of coffee and between two shallows she declares :

- I have called Mary to go out to the nightclub with her . I think it's the best way to feel better and to forget all my problems. Fortunately , you are here. Freddie, you're the best thing that happened in my whole life, I don't know what I would have done if I wouldn't have met you ! I love you !

My eyes stares at her like two bright stars in the night : she is definitely the woman of my dreams …

It is too much for me, too much love, too much tenderness, I want to shout her my love, to tell her the same things she had told me but I can't say anything, I feel too elated, I feel like a slug on the floor , my members and my brain are uncontrollable …

She smiles brightly and shakes her beautiful ginger hair before taking her bag and going to work.

This night is going to be a long night … She will certainly go back at one or two hours in the morning and probably drunk so, I don't think she will notice me .

Hours are long , I stay lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling , wondering about the human nature, always and always : I remain convinced that it is the best nature in the world ! I certainly say that because I am in love and everything is beautiful when you are in love : even your old and crooked neighbour !

At about two hours in the morning, I hear the jangling of the keys and she opens the door .

I recognize the laugh of my beloved . I lift the head up , staring at the entrance, waiting for her coming toward me but my enthusiasm falls quickly as I hear another voice : a male voice.

The two silhouettes enter the hall and I see my beautiful woman switching on the light .

And … Horrible ! Terrible ! Yes it is terrible ! That man … he is holding her by the waist very … sensuously and … oh my god he is going to kiss her !

She turns her eyes towards me and with an embarrassed smile, she only says :

- Freddie … I … am sorry but I think that you will sleep on the sofa once again …

At that precise moment, I feel my little heart breaking …

I want to cry, I want to join her and shouting her my love, how important she is to me, she is my drug, she is all I have in the world. I don't want her to leave me .

I want to whisper her love words, all I have ever wanted to tell her, in front of this bloody man !

Well, I would like to say a lot of things but you all know that cats don't speak …