They say that true love knows no bounds, knows no limits. Love can only be measured on how much of ourselves do we give in the name of it. I am Bill, and this is a short story of how i found true love.
"Young miss, dinner is served!" Late nights were always dinner time for the young miss, as she obssesed with the thought of watching the bright moonlight by the dining room window while she eats.
Quite a typical response, she has always been silent everytime she has her late night dinners. Although
something about this silence of hers bother me a bit.
"Ill have you know, that tonight's meal is a special one. It consists of seared porkcho-"
"Cut the crap, Cipher. I know what you've been up to these past weeks." The young miss replied, her gaze shifting from mine onto the table. I followed her eyes, and lo and behold, a familiar wooden tome. It took me awhile to figure it out before letting out a delayed gasp, one accompanied with rapid clasping arms aimed at the book.
"M-my poem b-book! W-where did you find it, M-Miss Pines?!" I questioned, trying to pry the book from her grasp. It was of no use, though, as the Young Miss would prove to be a much powerful woman than I have imagined.
"Do not bother hiding it from me, Cipher. I have already read most of its contents." She replied, expressionless as usual. "While I certainly applaud your writing style, I find your overusage of me as a subject matter is quite disturbing."
"I-I am terribly sorry-ry, Mi-miss Pines; I-it seems I m-may have not b-been careful with my things. I am going to throw the book away..." I replied, forcing the journal out of her grasp, and began heading for the nearest wall to phase through, when I stopped.
I didn't know why, but five words echoed throughout the room, reaching my lobes, my innards, and something I wouldnt think of a million years as a demon ever existed, and it made me stop on my tracks.
"I feel the same way, Bill."
I turned around, and saw not the Young Miss, but a mature, more expressive Mabel Pines, one that I only fantasized about in my lyrics.
"Miss Pines, I-uhhh..."
"Shhhhh... its Mabel, from now on." She interupted, moving close and placing her dainty fingers on my lips; not letting any of my idiocy mess with the precious little moment behest upon us. "And yes, I really do mean it." She continued, washing all my doubts and fears away with one statement.
"Mabel?" I said, for the first time in my immortal life. She looked up to me, and with one final gasp of air, I uttered,
"I love you..."
She didn't say anything, She didn't utter a single word. She closed her eyes, and planted her warm, soft lips against my nearly intangible persona. She meant it. She meant it with all her heart. Jolts of static surged through makeshift veins, Nectar seeped through empty tunnelways. Nonexistent organs jumping up and down. I know right then and there, what i felt was true. It was quite an eternity we had shared, and now the time has come to pass. As we broke our kiss, and freed our spirits from Cloud 9, one question remains.
"What now?" I asked. She only smiled, and yet as i follow her across the hall outside the dining room, with her hand clasped onto mine, I knew that from this moment on, I could never be anymore happier. Probably for eternity.
A short story, you might call it. But it is through these short anecdotes we find the right reasons on why we truly love someone.