In movies and stories everyone says when you kiss the person you are destined to be with you will feel fireworks. Maybe even a large surge of electricity through your veins. You will feel the thrill. You will feel…loved. I Mary Shannon had never felt that feeling until today.
That morning
I got into my new mustang and drove to work and I had a feeling. Not I am going to barf because I ate too much type of feeling but the feeling you get in the pit of your stomach that something interesting is going to happen today.
When I arrived at work everything seemed normal. Marshal was being his handsome full of random facts self and Stan was in his office on the phone. The only difference was I did not have any new witnesses today, which was odd. Now I am stuck at my desk all day catching up on my mounds of paperwork.
That evening
After the most boring day of all Marshal had asked me to the local bar for drinks. When we got there I decided to tell him something important that had happened recently in my life. I told him that I was no longer engaged to Raph. He took it differently than most friends would. Most friends would tell you the regular hallmark stuff like "were sorry,' "he was not good enough for you anyway," or "there are many other fish in the sea." Marshal kissed me. The kiss was passionate, strong, it was a kiss that could last a lifetime. I felt butterflies in my stomach, electric jolts through my hands as he intertwined our fingers, and fireworks exploding like atomic bombs in the night sky. These were feelings I had certainly never felt with Raph. I felt safe, loved, and understood. When he pulled away his eyes remained closed for several moments as he savored the memory of that wonderful kiss. I knew he had felt everything I had felt. The movies and stories were true. Marshal is the one I am destined to be with. The only one.
We walked out of the bar hand and hand looking as if we had done it forever looking forward to our future together.