December 31st, 2012A Story by Richard McLinVincent wasn't looking for love, but fate had other plans. I hate parties. Nine out the ten people here I don't know, and half of the people I do know, not really big fan of theirs. My friend Tony invited me said that he knew of a girl I would totally hit it off with, but I didn't feel women were important at the moment, but career. To which he told me I was full of it, and called in a favor just to get me to go. December 31st, 2012 and I'm here in a room mostly populated by people I wouldn't stop and talk to if they were on the street. That is of course when I saw here. My heart literally stopped as I looked upon her. She was tall, long dark hair, and a beautifully understated dress. There was something goddess like about her and I knew she was something different that all us other mortals in the room. How could this be happening? How could everything I believed in when I stepped into the party suddenly be out the window just by a glance at this siren? Only way to know for sure was to go up to her and speak. That is of course when Tony showed up with a woman who can only be described as John Merrick meets old lady from “The Shining”. Honestly she was probably a very nice and attractive girl, but after the woman I had just seen, it's was like Quasi Modo's sister. “Vincent, I'd like for you to meet Trish, Trish this is my good friend of some numerable years now, Vincent Rafe.” I shook her hand as my eyes scoured the room for my Ophelia. “So how do you and Tony know each other?” I looked over at Trish really quick, and decided it was time for her to go. “I'm sorry Trish, but I can't do this. You seem a lovely person, and I hope you find what you need.” I kissed her hand, nodded at Tony, and went on the hunt. As I traveled through the party I began fearing the worst. It was a large apartment, and very possible that I had just missed her, but I was honestly beginning to believe that she was no longer in my presence. I was, luckily, completely wrong as I felt a tap on my shoulder. As I turned to see who it was and getting ready to dismiss them, it turned out to be her. “Hello.” I mustered. She gave me a shy smile, and brushed some hair out of her face. “Hello, I saw you talking to Tony, and you looked like someone interesting, so I thought I'd introduce myself.” Out side I seemed cool and composed. Inside I was an Olympic gymnast trying to stick the landing of a triple somersault. “My name is Vincent.” She took my hand. Her's was soft and felt gentle. In that instant I saw out entire lives. I saw marriage, kids, grand kids, retirement, and death. I saw a life full of highs and lows, and a life full of love. I saw a life most dream of, and some never achieve. I'm always meeting people who say they married for love, but you can see in their eyes that they settled so they would not end it all alone, but our life was not going to be this. Just to be sure I was waiting for one more sign, and it didn't take long. “Hello Vincent, my name is Ophelia.” Richard McLin 2012
© 2012 Richard McLinAuthor's Note
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