"Was that Spot?" He asked. Just then he saw me, and the tears from my eyes, and rushed over to my side. "Did he hurt you?"
"No." I corrected him, "But I really need to talk to you." He then looked at me attentively, and I decided to just blurt it out. "I don't love you, and I can't marry you because I'm in love with someone else." At that point I saw Dean's distort face, "I'm so sorry." I replied as I kissed him on the forehead, gave him back his ring, and ran after Spot. I ran through the streets of Manhattan in a wedding dress looking for him. I finally caught up to Spot, who was in the middle of crossing the street, and I knew I couldn't let him get away.
"Spot! I love you!" I called out from the street corner. He immediately turned around and I ran up to him. "Spot listen I know you probably hate me right now, but I love you, and if your willing to give us a try, than so am I. I completely understand if..." He then wrapped his arms around me, and silenced me with a passionate unbridled kiss. In the background I could hear carriages and people hollering for us to move, but at that particular moment I didn't care.
We then lingered all over New York, and at about nine o'clock we decided we should be heading home. So we made our way to Brooklyn hand in hand, and everything seemed perfect. When we arrived at the Brooklyn Lodging House Spot gave me a pair of clothes to change into, and I fell asleep in his arms that night, and it was the best night's sleep I had ever had. I was afraid to wake up the next morning in fears that it might have all been a dream, but when I did finally wake up and found Spot's arm wrapped around me, I knew everything was perfect. As I turned to face him I realized he was already awake.
"Morning," I smiled serenely.
"Morning," He whispered back as he caressed my cheek, then leaned over and kissed me. I wanted to stay in his arms forever, but I knew there was something I had to do today. I kissed him back, and got out of bed.
"Where 're youse going?" He yawned.
"I have something to do, but I'll see you back here later, right?" I smiled.
"Ya, youse can count on it." He then took hold of my hand, and drew me back down to the bed for one last passionate kiss. I wanted to suspend time and have him kiss me forever, but I had to go. He was like an addicting drug that I just wanted more of. Now I understood how Papa could love Mama so much, even after she left us.
