Bows

A short love story

He had loved her. Loved her like a mother loves her new born son, yet she was out of grasp. See being a poor boy wouldn’t get you the rich elegant girl. Yet he still felt the urge and the need to try. Every year he would go to the town ball at the mansion on the hill where she lived and watched her as she glided along the dance floor as if she were being carried. Carried by the winds of a different time, one better than the ones now. He watched and waited, every year. But to the harsh fate of the world he wouldn’t get a glance, a mere pass by, and the years passed by with no such immersion of which the feelings that he had felt. But the cleaver mind in which had hatched even as the uneducated pauper that he was deceived a plan, one which would get him to be noticed by this elegant beauty. One year passed, and he had developed the plan, gotten all the material needed and went to the ball, not as the poor man that he was but instead the white knight in shining armor that he was on the inside. But the night went on and still no glance from the girl. Why he thought there was riches and opulence that had surrounded him, and yet another year passed. There he sat again, not as the rich opulent man that he had tried to project himself to be, but the poor man that he had been all along. But even though he was covered in rags and smeared with dirt, he stood up from his seat, and gracefully moved toward her. When he got within two feet he stood there not saying a word or making a notion of pretense while being in wait. He stood there staring at her with his eyes fixed on her back, and when she had turned around and finally noticed he slowly lifted up his arm, the silent gesture for her to have this dance with him. Like an eternity the whole room stopped and had their eyes on the two, waiting to see what was to come next. As with the grace of the winds she moved by him standing there with his arm up, still as a statue. She passed, and as he put his arm down and turned around to head back to his seat, there right behind him she was standing. Staring at him her eyes were like radiant sunbeams but they were only for him to see, for she was staring him right in the eyes, and slowly held her arm up. He took her hand kissed the top with such care and slowly led her into the middle of the room. Slowly they turned in circles holding each other in their arms as the piano played. Time had almost stopped and the whole room was watching them, but they had no care they were just staring into the others eyes. The song faded and they came to a slow halt. Still looking into each other’s eyes he had taken two steps back put his arm across his stomache and bowed, took her hand and with the utmost care kissed it yet again. Then stood strait up looked around the room and started to make his slow gliding way through the crowd and towards the exit. The girl was in awe of the man and without grace and gliding chased after him. She grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around, looking into his eyes she smiled put both hands on his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

The end.