Love, Sex and Marriage - Jilted in Love #4 - THE SACRIFICIAL GOAT (Part 2)

Continued from THE SACRIFICIAL GOAT

The Best Couple of Years 

Over the next couple of years we did everything possibly together. And by this I mean spend time together. Movies. Shopping. Eating. Visiting places - it was a lot of fun together! (LG rambles: That's it??) We just wanted to be with each other every minute of the day even if we had nothing to do. Yes, we did have a very electrifying and passionate relationship. But at the back of my mind I always remembered what I told her on the first day and never let myself forget it or the passion override it. No matter how badly we both wanted to. 

I remember the first time we went out of town. It was her first flight and she was as excited as a child in a candy store. I let her sit next to the window. She was thrilled. It was a short but very memorable trip. The first time we were in the room together- Alone. It was awesome. I can never forget it. But in her mind she thought that I had only one thing in mind. But she was so wrong. I never had any such intentions. The only thing I wanted was to be with her alone and have her in my arms and never let go of her. 

Back home, we painted the town red. Went to nearly every eating joint possible. Be it a 5-star or the roadside. We both loved eating and kept trying new places and new cuisines. I never felt this alive! After years of struggle I had finally found true love and happiness. I was never happier. I was thankful to GOD. 

Every spare minute of ours was spent together. The saddest part was dropping her home every evening. But again, we were in touch 24/7. The minute I dropped her home we’d be on the phone. Then chat through dinner. Chat late at night or then video chat ;-). Yes you can let your mind run wild. ;-) 

I was doing things that I never thought possible or had any interest to do. I was loving it now. She made me feel loved. I found shopping a chore. But with her it was the best thing on this planet. We would spend hours just walking around malls and shops. Oh and there were some escapades in the changing rooms ;-) 

I used to be a quiet, introverted sort of guy. Always thinking. Always stressed. But with Bambino in my life, life itself became a breeze. Nothing seemed difficult. I felt I was invincible. I tackled any and every issue with full confidence. I lived life to the fullest. Rather, WE lived life to the fullest. She made me want to be a better man. (LG rambles: You think you are Jack Nicholson in As Good As It Gets??) She opened up doors for me that I didn’t know existed. Life was one happy and exciting adventure with her. She was my good luck charm. My four-leaf clover. My rabbit foot. My evil-eye charm. Everything... Anything I touched back then, turned to Gold. And now, just the opposite, even Gold turns to dust. (LG rambles: crow shit is luck too right?)

Though it were the best years of my life, all was not smooth. We did have our issues but it was about her doubting my love and her confusion about being in love with an already married man. I did everything to make her feel comfortable. I had to prove my love to her everyday. And I enjoyed doing it. I wanted to make her fall in love with me everyday for the rest of my life. (LG rambles: You think you are Adam Sandler in 50 First Dates?) I wanted to see and hear her the first and last thing everyday. (LG rambles: Ryan Reynolds in Definitely Maybe?) There was no better feeling than loving her. 

But she could never get the thought out of her head that she would never be my first wife. She kept telling me why I didn’t wait for her. How could I have? I didn’t even know she existed back then. If I could turn back time, I’d wait for her and make her my first and only wife. There were days where she would be in a sulk and I’d do everything to get that smile back. She had the most gorgeous smile I’d ever seen. Her smile could literally make a dead man come to life. Such was the energy and life in it. But now her smiles are only for another. 

No woman ever made me feel like she did. She could turn me on just by smiling or a simple cute ‘hello’. We didn’t have to be physical. Just holding her hands titillated me. I just loved the way she took my name and it would stimulate my entire being. Such was her effect on me. You may call me a bad father, but there were times I chose to spend time with her than with my son. But Bambino was my priority. She meant more to me than everything else in my life. She was and is My Love. My Life. My Everything. 

At last, I could feel that life was worth living and being enjoyed. And for the first time in my life I WANTED to live.

Continued... The Proposals