One Glance
"When our eyes met I knew he was the one", Lena told her staff members. She thought in her head, "Wow, could it have only taken one glance?"
Lena was in her room, finding just the right dress. She tried on all the clothes in her closet; she was going out on a date. But nothing felt right, nothing but his boxers and a t-shirt. Her husband died of a brain tumor that had taken off and was to far ahead to fix. It had been a year a gosh darn stinking year.
She never went out that night, nor did she any other night. Though her friends tried to make her go out, but it didn't work. She lost her job and never looked a new one. Bills coming one after another, always threatening to take material things away. But they were just things; they couldn't ever bring back her dead husband. She even wore her and his wedding rings on her ring finger.
Lena cried most of the time, never losing those bags under her eyes. But she had a reason to be crying, being heartbroken and all. She slacked off until the point her landlady kicked her out. Bags on the front seat of her car. She tried to start it and it wouldn't work. The gasoline in it had been setting to long. She kicked the wheel of her tire, slung back her foot in pain, but kept on kicking it. She kicked until she finally fell to tears, her beautiful white pants on the sidewalk and back against the tire. A man walked up and asked "are you all right maim?" She looked up with watery eyes and met his gaze," and said "yeah, now I am." With tears in her eyes she got up.
They talked days and days for hours and hours at a time. They had fallen in love. But it wasn't the best time for him, he was married. But she loved him to much and couldn't afford to lose him. Not after all that she had been threw, her love was the stronger bond in the weld. He wouldn't allow it to end either. And after all this time she finally realized that they didn't know each other's names. Their love was so strong that it didn't matter if they knew that. They knew all the little things, not that the names aren't big its just they were never properly introduced.
She took the rings off, found an new apartment, and was back on her feet. Though she finally grew over him, in the end he became more distant and they grew apart. But she was happy even if her white pants had gotten dirty, and the satin never came out. Just like her memory of her husband.