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A STORY ABOUT LOVE - Part 1

Roger was a nervous wreck, he knew today was a happy day, but he couldn't help but be couldn't help but be nervous. He passed his fingers on the small piece of paper that had the lyrics of the song he wrote for Julie Parrilla. The woman who was about to become his wife.

"What time is it?" Roger asked again looking over in Maureen's direction.

"6 o'clock. 10 minutes since the last time you asked. I know you're nervous, but you must calm down. Everything is gonna be OK, I promise. " Maureen tried to calm him down.

"Why is she's doing this to me?" he mumbled, fiddling with his tie for the umpteenth time.

"You did ask her to marry you, what did you expect?" she laughed as they waited for their cue to start down the aisle. Originally, Maureen was supposed to enter with Mark and Joanne with Roger, but at the last minute, Julie changed her mind and paired Maureen with Roger. Something about Joanne's height and Roger's clashing. To say the young woman was nervous was an understatement. As for Tom Collins, since Julie didn't have a father and her mother refused to come, he volunteered to step in.

"It's time. Take off those glasses. A woman likes it when a man looks her in the eyes. No offense." Maureen said suddenly taking off his sunglasses. "Are you ready?"

"What do you think?" he answered as she took his arm and started to lead him away.

At the head of the aisle, they took their positions and Mark patted his friend's shoulder "You'll be alright, man, We're here for you."

"Thanks." Roger said as he felt someone fiddling with his bow tie that he was forced to wear. It was Maureen fixing the mess he made. "I wish I could see her."

"I know, but we'll describe everything for you, so you won't miss anything." Mark smiled as the music began to play. Mark gently forced Roger to stand up straighter. "Show time." he smiled at his friend. Soon there were soft clicks from Mark's camera as the music began to play softly. People stood up as the noise from the pews filled the room. It made the butterflies in Roger's stomach double in strength. He could feel a sense of warmth close around him and the soft intense smell of Lavender and Vanilla perfume drift over him like a safety blanket.

"Are you OK?" Maureen looked up at him, seeing that he was tense.

"Yeah, I'm fine." he smiled down at her before looking in Mark's direction. "Tell me the truth. How does she look? Don't leave anything out." Roger whispered as he turned felt him being turned around gently.

"She looks beautiful." Mark whispered back. "She has white flowers in her hair and her dress is sparkling like diamonds. Her bouquet is filled with all these wild colors." Roger closed his eyes even though it was pointless. He couldn't picture the woman's face even if his life depended on it. He was blind after all. But the things he could see were the lily's, the pastel colors, even the diamonds he could clearly see them in his mind.

As the perfume smell got stronger, he began to think back on when he first met the woman that agreed to stay by his side.

Flashback: Roger walked the busy streets of New York City tapping his cane back and forth as people maneuvered around him. The loud yells, the honking of the cars even the smells from the street vendors couldn't make him make a wrong turn. He had been walking the streets of New York for as long as he could remember. Since he was 19 years old. That is until he lost his eyesight. Now he had been able to tap his way around New York better than before. To him, walking the streets was the best way to think. To get away from the struggles of life. To be able to ponder on his life without interruption.

He expertly turned into a dark alley which, before losing his eyesight, was no problem for him. No one would mess with him, but now that he was blind, it made him easy prey for muggers. The soft scent of a rose from a window sill a few floors above him, made him stop. It sent shivers down his spine as memories of a woman he dearly loved had left him. The rose was the last gift he had given her before she left. Now whenever he would smell one, his heart felt like it would break into a thousand pieces again with each second of smelling the flower.

He shook his head quickly, shaking himself out of his trance, tapping wildly getting out of the alley and back onto the busy streets. He was so deep in thought that he forgot to stop at the edge of the sidewalk to listen for vehicles. Instead he stepped down and made his way into the street. His body froze in fear as he could hear the shriek of brakes from a vehicle and he could feel the hard aluminum of the vehicle smash into him sending him falling to the ground.

For a brief second he prayed for death. Prayed to be free from the burden of being blind. From being forced to suffer with a disease that would one day kill him. From the pain and heartbreak from a family who was forcing him to live by their rules. The pain of friends inflicted with the same disease that coursed through his veins leaving him. But then the soft voice of a woman approached him.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Please tell me I didn't hit you." the voice said as she looked down at Roger who was on the ground. He turned his head in her direction and could smell the intoxicating smell of Lavender and Vanilla. "Oh please tell me you're OK. Do you want me to call 9-1-1?" she asked frantically as she rambled on.

"I'm… I'm fine. It was probably my fault. I wasn't paying attention." Roger said patting the ground searching for his cane. "No I'm just fine."

"I… um… here." the woman's voice was full of guilt and regret. "I'm so sorry."

Roger reached out his hand and felt the smooth texture of his cane. He closed his fingers around his cane. He felt soft hands reach out to help him up.

"Oh my god, you're bleeding. Here let me help you with that."

"No. Don't... don't. I'm fine. Really." Roger said, instinctively pulling away from her. The last thing he wanted was for her to touch his contaminated blood. "You've done enough. Thank you for your help, but I should be going." He shoved his wounded hand into his pocket and turned his head in her direction.

"I'm Julie." the woman spoke quickly. "Um… Julie Parrilla. What's your name?"

Roger felt something come over him. A sense of peace. He took in a deep breath and answered the woman. "Roger. I'm Roger... Davis." he didn't wait for her to ask him another question as he quickly walked away.