In the Beginning God created Heaven and Showed Her to Me

I wish I could tell you differently but I can't. The answer is no. you will not like the ending to this story. Very few people will. It is a sad story.

A story about love. And friendship. And truth. And hurt. Neither of us wanted to hurt the other person. We never meant it to be that way. And in our own ways we each loved the other person. We were just not meant to be, like most people are.

It started when we were both older. We were both out of college before we met. We were never high school sweet hearts. We were never college lovers. But we did love and she will forever be my sweetheart. I was in my mid twenties. Twenty-four to be exact. Twenty-four, three months, and twelve days to be precise. That was when I first saw her. It was February 7 the first time I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm sure she forgot the date, or even what was said; but she remembers the meeting. I mean who couldn't right. We were standing in line to get coffees at the local coffee chain. She was standing before me in line and even though we were the only customers. She had her back turned when I entered so all I saw was the back of her head until it came time to sign her receipt and then pen she was using ran out of ink. With all the grace of an angel she turned to me and asked the most perfect sentence. A question that has yet to be repeated to me with such eloquence, such perfection, such life changing beauty I almost all together ignore it now.

"Do you have a pen?" were the first words she uttered to me.

She looked so frantic, searching through her purse at the same time. I never knew that a person looking so lost over a silly little pen could look so wonderful, so perfect, so… right. I smiled and slipped a pen out of my breast pocket and handed it over to her. She smiled a thanks and turned back. At that moment my heart broke for the first time. Of course when I was younger I had my heart broken, but I had never felt like this. I felt as if my whole life was about to end because I was no longer looking at her face. I heard a frustrated grunt from her and I laughed to myself. Of course I would give her another empty pen. It was only this morning that my boss tried to use it and told me it was dying. This time it wrote only half of her name and she gave up. She grabbed her drink.

Turned back to me, said "sorry" and walked away.

For the second time in my life and the second time in three minutes my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. I stood for a minute trying to understand what had just happened. I ignored the pimpled faced teen at the counter asking me what I wanted. The poor teen asked me three time before I slowly I looked at the frustrated teen and whispered

"her".

"Excuse me?" The counter girl was confused. You could tell from her squinted almost constipated facial expression.

"her." I repeated a second time a little louder but still not above a whisper. I repeated my answer mostly for myself. I couldn't believe I have just fallen in love, but I knew at that moment that she was my one.

"I'm sorry sir but she's married." The girl looked at me with such a pitiful face. She had finally realized my disposition.

It would be another two months and seven days before I would see her again.