Interests: I love kickboxing and aerobics~I teach both~along
with my poetry~they are my passions
Extra Info: I love making new friends... Come dream
with me~ The words written on these pages are words
from my mind, soul, heart, they are me, I am them..
we are one, no one can take who I have become, nor take
what I write, and make it the same thought... I can
''She Was His Greatest Gift''
She slept beside him, quietly breathing a soft sigh
followed by a
little whimper. 'She must be in pain,' he thought. 'She
tries so hard to hide it from me.' How peaceful she
looks, then just as suddenly her face would tighten,
and a small little tear would fall from the corner of
her eye. Six months ago, a year, this was unreal...
a doctor's visit for a knawing stomach ache. She hid
it well for months, and then couldn't hide it any longer
after passing out on the kitchen floor while making
his favorite dinner. They were celebrating a two-year
anniversary of cohabitating together.
Their romance was such a beautiful stroke of luck. They'd
both signed up for a literature course, an evening class
at the near by college. Both with a yearning desire
to write, and a way to polish up on their writing skills.
Her name was Colleen; she was 5'5 tall, long brown hair,
dark brown eyes that sparkled when she smiled, she wasn’t
beautiful, just pretty in a plain, simple way.
She was always five minutes late for class, thus he
noticed her right away. Loved the way she bounced into
the room as if the professor was her father, and he
would forgive her anything.
He loved the way she nodded her head at the class, saying
she was sorry she was late, …..again, then almost laughing
The professor was always allowing it, which was strange
because he was a crass man, very blunt, very dignified.
Yet when she smiled at him, he too seemed to melt.
He guessed her to be about 32 to 38 years of age, sharp,
always a quick study in class.
One night the professor had them break into groups,
they were to write an interview of a famous poet. One
person would play the poet, trying to keep in mind the
poets background, and answer questions as he or she
would, or as they already had information on. The other
student would do the interviewing. They were to number
off 1 ... 2... 1... 2 and that would be their partner.
They would have two weeks to turn in their interviews,
and the one that played the poet was to grade the interviewer
for thoroughness, and the professionalism of it’s content.
Tapping the person in front of him, he managed to get
himself situated to be her number one. Just as he wanted
to do, in every sense of the word.
'Now students,' the professor spoke loudly, 'You should
make arrangements tonight, for getting together with
Turning around to look at her, he smiled, extended his
hand out, and spoke, 'Hi, my name is Andrew, Andrew
'Yes, I know,' she answered back, 'My name is Colleen
Giving his hand a hard squeeze.
Surprised he paused in the middle of a sentence, then
continued, 'Hello, Colleen, when could we get together?'
'How about coffee at the Chalet Coffee House; say tomorrow
night at eight?'
'Wonderful, shall I pick you up somewhere?' he asked.
Hoping to find out where she lived.
'I'll meet you there, Andrew.' She stood to leave, and
he wanted to grab her, keep her there, but before he
could react, she was bouncing out the door. He smiled
inside out; this lady was such a breath of fresh air!
He thought about her face, her neck.. dreamed about
making love to her. He was completely captivated by
her voice, loved the way her jeans seem to make her
look so feminine and the way she dressed so simply.
He closed his eyes, remembering her fragrance, like
a clean, delicate, vanilla lace. Much like smelling
mother's cookies baking on a Saturday afternoon, in
a warm, cozy kitchen, when he was young.
His heart raced, as he thought of tomorrow night's meeting.
Andrew arrived early to get a table towards the back,
where they could have a little more privacy. Asking
the waiter for a small appetizer plate of cheese, and
crackers, some fresh shrimp, and cocktail sauce, and
a touch of fresh fruit to give the plate color. Then
thinking wine would be nice, but maybe she didn't drink...
no better stick to coffee, and see where this goes.
True to her nature, Colleen was ten minutes late. 'I'm
so sorry, Andrew... I'm always late, I just can't seem
to finish things I start and then I loose track of time,
and I'm late!'
'No problem... I hope you don't mind, I ordered a appetizer
'Oh how lovely.' she said with a sweet sexy grin.
They worked on the interview for three hours, in between
laughing about his mis-pronouncing words, and her constant
questions about his life. He was amazed how she drew
things out of him, so easily without trying hard at
all! No woman had ever made him feel so comfortable,
She talked of her family, her mother's death a year
ago, and a failed marriage. She explained she was a
kindergarten teacher, and that her ex-husband traveled,
and eventually found someone else.
No children though so at least there wasn't that to
deal with, but still she was devastated, she hadn’t
even thought about dating again, it was just too painful
of an experience, and it had been two years since her
divorce. She grew quiet with that confession, seeing
the pain on her face, Andrew fought back the urge to
hold her hand.
After about two hours, they finally picked a poet to
interview. Both discovering they loved poetry, they
picked Emily Dickinson, Colleen of course would be Emily.
Discovering the lateness of the hour, and wanting to
extend the assignment so as to get to know Colleen better,
Andrew looked at his watch, and claimed an early meeting
at work in the morning, and could they please meet again
Colleen pulled out her pocket calendar, and smiling
asked if Friday night would be out of the question?
Andrew jumped at the chance, and then feeling a little
foolish, he declared,
“I guess my life hasn’t been so great in the last few
years either.” They both laughed, and she grabbed his
hand, jolting him with the element of surprise. He jumped,
but luckily didn’t pull away. For a few brief seconds
they looked into each other’s eyes. Then as Colleen
stood to leave. Andrew stood up, asking to walk her
to her car. Saying their good nights there, under a
dim-glowing street light, Andrew fought back the urge
to kiss her.
They had six more meetings after that first night.
Each time Colleen was at least ten minutes late, till
the seventh night, when she was fifteen minutes early,
and he was late.
Andrew arrived to her sitting at a small table in the
coffee house, looking at her watch.
“Well hello,” he said, “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong, nothings wrong….why?” she asked.
“Your early…” he explained.
“oh yeah… well today was weird… I.. I… I missed you.”
She said blushing.
“Really?” he replied. “How wonderful, taking her hand
and kissing it lightly.
From that night on, they were inseparable, till finally
they moved in together.
Love seemed to find them at last, and they took it and
He’d grown to love her like no other woman he had ever
known. She was so different, so sweet, and she made
him feel like a real man, made him glad to come home
at night once again.
Married and divorced when he was twenty years old, he’d
found his wife cheating on him, since then he had been
in and out of relationships for years. Never seeming
to find that one woman, that he could be loyal to, that
one woman that could keep him satisfied. She did that
This last month they’d been together for three years!
The night she passed out, he was going to ask her to
marry him, but instead they ended up in the emergency
room, and then spending the night in the hospital. He
never got to ask her then, she was just too stressed,
too sick. After two weeks of tests, the doctors finally
told her… ovarian cancer.
Their lives went from happy, ecstatic, euphoria… to
hellish days of chemo, and radiation therapy. To days
of throwing up, Andrew holding her hair, as she lost
the contents of her stomach yet again. Putting cool
washrags on her forehead, and rubbing her back.
Till finally one day things seem to improve, and they
had hope again!
Colleen was like her old self she smiled again!
One evening as he was preparing dinner; (he had come
to take over many things he’d once taken for granted,)
he noticed her staring out into the night skies with
a look of a heavy burden on her face.
Suddenly she turned to him and said, “Andrew, I’ve decided
to move out.”
Andrew dropped the spoon he was stirring the rice with.
“What?” he asked.
“I can’t expect you to live like this, can’t make you
happy when I’m so sick I can’t even make love to you.”
She was crying now, wringing her hands as she spoke.
He tried to speak, but she put her hand up to stop him.
“Please Andrew hear me out…. I’ve applied for an assisted
living apartment, and I’ve been accepted, I move tomorrow.”
Andrew flew to the table, and down on his knees. “No
way!” he shouted. “No way are you leaving me… to live
alone in a strange place!” she looked at him with love,
and a look of pleading in her dark, dull eyes. “Andrew…
she started, stopping her with his fingers across her
lips he said, “Colleen, in the last two years, I have
realized I have always been meant for you, that I never
knew what love was all about till you… I have grown
as a man, as a person, and it is all because of you…
I won’t give you up, I can’t give you up!” he was shaking,
holding her hands tightly. “You woman are my life, you
are the reason I go on, I love you… the night you passed
out… I was going to ask you to marry me, and now lovely,
beautiful woman… I’m asking… Colleen Collins, will you
do me the honor of marrying me?”
She looked at him, tears falling in soft, gentle puddles
on her hands, and his.
“Andrew… oh Andrew… I love you, but, she stopped; taking
a deep breath, then continuing I can’t ask you to live
like this, I’m in remission now, but we both know, I
know, I won’t live beyond a year… we both know it.”
Andrew pulled her from the chair, took her into his
arms, and carried her to the bedroom.
They made love very slowly, twice that night, each time
she whimpered, and he asked if he was hurting her, she
answered, “No…oh no, you could never hurt me Andrew,
it’s just that I want to remember this wonderful feeling,
keep it forever… and no one has ever made me feel so
alive as you have.”
Falling asleep in each others arms, Andrew didn’t notice
when she slipped from their bed at three A.M., going
to the bathroom, taking a bottle of sleeping pills from
the medicine cabinet, (ones that she had since her divorce,)
swallowing them down all at once, then returning to
their bed, she kissed his lips lightly, as he turned
over. She lie there staring at him, stroking his arm,
tracing his face, as he half awake, smiled at her, pulling
her into his arms, kissing her gently on the cheek as
she told him she loved him.
He held her till she moved away, thinking she was in
pain he stroked her hair, her cheeks, noticed her face
tighten and release…. till he thought at last she looked
at peace, sleeping.. now, he remembered she never answered
his marriage proposal, but then he thought, they would
have tomorrow, and tomorrow… till there were no more
tomorrows, and he would be left alone once again… but
he would never forget this lady, this woman… he loved
so much, and he was given over to tears of sadness,
yet still he wasn’t bitter he knew in his heart, God
had some how given him the greatest gift, he would ever
and he would cherish her memory till he too went home,
and they could be together once more.~
本文作者：林恩-达科他 (Lynn Dakota美国)
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