Returning

 
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A Valentines Special for all you love sick puppies out there! I hope you enjoy!

Song(s)- www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbZGCP… It’s called ‘Your Voice’ I have no clue what it’s from but it fit this story perfectly, I hope you feel the same way I do. It actually encouraged me to write this story…something about it told a story so I just stared to write and this came out! ^u^ I hope you like it!

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Let’s try again.

Where was that damned man!

Where was his big white truck, his valiant call to adventure!

What about the blue that fought harshly against it’s white doors? How about his obnoxious knocking of the door, or the deep rumble of his hearty vehicle?

Who knew? He was ten minutes late, without a second to spare! That usually gracious young man always promised me he’d be on time with my weekly delivers! Where was my gift? My letter? My—HONK.

“Oh!” I stopped in mid sentence before bracing myself for the harsh winds of the frost bitten winter kissing the open nape of my neck. I simply smiled deeply, cutting into my cheeks as my lips dried quickly. I pushed away my hair that caused me blindness before closing the great oak door behind me. Ah, that door, it was yet another gift of his from before he left. He said it was a home for the two of us and perhaps our hopeful younglings, ah yes, the children, our children. I shook away the silly dreams and speed up my pace, feeling a deep chill hit my twin anklebones as it hit the creamy snow.

“How is your day?” I wiped my hair from my face yet again as I made it to the open door to the mail truck. I sent him a warm smile that always caused him to shy away. A crush I suppose? Ah, no, he knows how much I love him, Alfher would never say anything perverted, he was too stale of a man. Well, at least he was when I began to speak of him. Alfher, my mailman, knew exactly how to treat a woman. Instead of flourishing me with complements he admitted that he just enjoyed speaking with me at my somewhat secluded and silent home despite my ever so loud neighbors. I’d chuckle and blush slightly at his daily comment before reasoning with him why I found it quiet odd, he’d simply nod and tell me what he’d brought this week and ride off to the next stop.

Ah, the package, yes my weekly package. It was to tell me of his travels, to tell me of where he’d gone and where he’d go off to next. It was always an exciting time in my quant household when I’d run up my stone steps before rushing into the house and opening the package with a matching letter like it was Christmas.

Christmas. A time of joy with family and partying alike, there was only one year I was able to spend with him before he took off all those years ago. Speaking of his call to adventure as if he was Odysseus, but I was not Penelope, for I was even more faithful then that wench, allowing such men to gather at her abode, plus, I did not have a son. Alas, I did of course want one, just not yet, not until he stayed with me for good this time not to run off because his gut called for it no matter how many times he told me he wanted me to bear his child. Not until he returns. Not until he stays in my arms and promises not to let go, not to leave me in our bed the following morning only to bid me farewell. Oh how I’d heard that. So many times.

“–(F/n)? Are you alright? I’ve been trying to get your attention for about five minutes now. Is everything ok?” I shuck away the painful thoughts before wiping away a couple of lucid tears, crying would do nothing. I’d grown too old to cry over spilt milk.

“Yes! Thank you Alfher I’m alright. Now, what did you bring me today?” I sent a plastered smile his way, even though I had grown accustom to the lonesomeness in my home I would still tear up if I thought too hard.

“About that, there is no package today, but, there is a letter.” I stared at his form that towered above mine in his UPS truck, pale blue eyes meeting mine. For a short second I thought I had seen the foreboding shyness in his eyes. Even if it was the stone cold Alfher.

“I see….” I turned my face away from the wind-chill as it carried my voice off to some far off land, maybe to where my love was staying at the moment.

“If you’d like….I’ll stay with you if it makes you feel any better, I know how lonely it can get when you stay in such a large house alone.” I blushed scarlet hoping that the chill would mask it but alas, Alfher probably already knew. I simply bent my head down in shame, I hoped that he could forgive me for inviting another man in our home.

“Y-yes, thank you very much.” I heard the sound of his vehicle settle down before the crunch of the snow in front of me signaled his closeness. I looked up at him but was soon pushed back down by the strong pat on my head, his hand obviously much larger then my cranium.

“Let’s get you inside, you’re shivering like a newborn.” I looked up as he removed his hand and I allowed a firm line to grace my face, hopping to hide the feelings I was keeping inside, afraid that he’d see my tears. I walked slightly ahead of him as we made it back to my house. I opened the great oak door once again allowing both my guest and I inside the warm safe haven. “Go ahead, I’m not one to judge, ja?” A twinge of pain hit my heartstrings as I fell to the ground in great melancholy after hearing his words. I didn’t like to show weakness in front of anyone but at a time like this and the welcomeness in his voice I simply let them flow like a waterfall.

“Thank you..” I breathed in deeply before curling up against the chilling door frame. I could feel the tension in the air as I cried silently trying to keep this experience at a bear minimal in embarrassment. I heard the sound of heavy footsteps approach me with great erst. Ignoring them I tried wiping away the infinite tears with no such luck. I was in a motion; I’d just have to take it.

“Here.” I looked up, sniffling like a toddler before gently taking the thin canola colored letter from Alfher’s hands. It was thin, very thin, unlike most of the letters I’d received from him, this one seemed to only be one or two pages long, odd. I lifted it up to my nose like I always did to try and smell the residue he seemed to carry around him depending on where he was.

“I need to go now, but I’ll see you next week, hopefully with another letter.” I looked up at Alfher with shinning tear-ridden eyes, blotchy and most likely swollen do to my desperate rubbing. He was smiling, so very unlike him but he looked handsome. If maybe he’d do it more often he’d find himself a beautiful girlfriend. Now that’d be a wonderful sight, she’d be a lucky one to have someone like him.

“….Thank you and yes, I’ll see you next week, hopefully without so much crying, we didn’t get much time to talk.” I sent him a smile and waved him off until I couldn’t see much of his figure that was obscured by the frozen ice winds. I heard his mobile start up yet again before it vanished into the brewing current in the bleak February weather.

I closed the door slowly, watching as the snow continuously fell before setting one of my soft hands out allowing me to get a good hold of the delicate patterns that fell from the heavens. Its few seconds of warmth would vanish into a small but subtle puddle of water onto my fingers as if resting or imprinting its weary frame onto my palm. It was somewhat relaxing; if only I could spend it with someone…A girl could only dream.

“Now, to open this letter.” I sucked out as much courage as I could as I engulfed a few breaths of air, still feeling a bit frightened of what he’d decided to say this time; hopefully it’s some good news…

But I knew not to give my hopes up like I’d done so many times in the past.

The letter itself smelt like citrus and coconuts this time, perhaps somewhere tropical? Who knew, that man was always off somewhere. I began to tear at it ever so slowly trying to brush off the jitters that rippled against my clothing clad skin, even with it on it couldn’t protect me from the blizzard of fear that ragged on throughout my body. I was beyond scared, something told me to be on edge, he always told me to watch and listen to my gut feeling so this once I decided I would no matter how many times this so called gut feeling continued to rip a hole through my already weak heart. I sighed and lifted the crisp sheet of paper from its canola bounds. Closing my eyes tightly in aspiration I peeled away at the folds that he’d created when placing it into the letter and took in another breath of stale air before allowing myself to see the text. I gasped in shock….what the hell did this mean?

There were three words on the paper, three simple words that could make or break me. What was he up to this time!? The ass!

“Wait For Me.”

What the hell did that even mean? I’ve always waited on him, always…

I took another breath in and sat the letter down gently on my stairs nearby.

“Wait for you? Eh?”

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It had been a while since I’d gotten that letter, a few days turned into a few months, which ultimately turned into a few years. I’d done as it asked; I’d waited for him, but as always I’d put my hopes up too high. But what did I expect? Anything less from him…..? No…yes..

I carried on as usual and received my weekly letters and packages from Alfher getting my regular presents and letters. It was great, but I never saw him, not even once in the years since he’d sent me that letter. I was starting to get older, getting to that age most women wanted to get married and have kids before, I was almost thirty now, fifteen years since I’d met the man of my life.  Since I’d fallen hard in love with him. Depressing…I know...But I loved him too much to just give up and move on, way too much.

Alfher would always tell me that either I was ignorant and desperate, or I was a genius but was blinded by love. I’d just shake him off and tell him that I was simply, young and ignorant, but I was also blinded by my absolute infatuation with him.

He’d laugh every time.

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KNOCK KNOCK

“–Hello?” I called out dreary from the lack of comfort I’d gotten from my dreamless sleep. Who could that be? Alfher only came once a week and no one I’d known had any planes with me today. I sighed and laid my head back down on the pillow waiting until they left not interested in surprise visits today. I wanted to look at his odd letter once more. I turned my head away from the ceiling and sat up to grab his letter which I’d left on my countertop just a few hours prier to awaking–KNOCK KNOCK

I sighed and decided to continue to ignore it, it was probably just some kid trying to sell me som–KNOCK KNOCK!

This was becoming ridiculous! Whatever they want can wait, I rushed over to the letter and walked back over to my large oak door. The knocking was beginning to become urgent, I suppose it could be an emergency, I’ll answer.

I grabbed the large hinges of the door before unlocking it, suddenly feeling a wave of nausea hit me in the face like a ton of bricks. Then there was the feeling of excitement, what the heck was wrong with me? I ignored these unsettling feelings and opened the door, the smell of him hit me….wait…him?

I turned my face up to meet face to face with the man of my heart ache, the man of my pain and suffering, but also the man of my happiness, the man of my infatuation, the man of my needs and wants. The one person whom I’d been crying over for five plus years. He was at my door step, hands full of bright red and pink roses, the color of love, behind his back was a package which had not been sent like the one day his letter had come alone. What the hell was going on? Before I could utter anything at him, yell, whisper, and cry even, he spoke up causing my thoughts and heartbeat to stop simultaneously.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

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I suppose it has, hasn't it?