runaway princess…

Dear Diary,

“I’ll see you at the lobby,” He kissed me before heading out with a white cottoned long sleeve, beach khakis and dark brown sandals. His light brown hair with blondish streaks was slicked back with a little help from Gatsby.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, I dropped my mascara to dial housekeeping. In less than 3 minutes a lady arrived with short stemmed red and pink roses and a bag of various shaped candles. I asked her to spread the fresh large petals across the bed and bath tub.  Grabbing the remaining roses and carnations, I made a trail of petals from the front door to the bathroom and to the bed itself. Candles were all ready along with dried scented flowers.  I placed the two wrapped gifts I bought for him by the pillows. Inhaling deeply, I dried my hair and carried myself down the elevator to Amari Boulevard’s lobby.

“I’m Robert Voisine and you?”  The man I love teased bringing his lips to mine.  He grabbed my hand and escorted me to one of Amari Boulevard’s outdoor restaurant located at one of the higher floors.

Robert reserved a different menu for us and a table nearer to the pool, bit isolated from others.  We consumed his choice of red wine, appetizers I loved, and main course we together agreed on. A soft breeze greeted us from time to time as he repeatedly locked his hazel eyes to mine.

“It’s been a year and we have a life time together. Can you handle that?”  He stated squeezing my hand before kissing it.  I shook my head wondering if I should’ve used beige petals to accompany the red ones instead of light pink. Smiling to myself, I feasted my eyes on my love’s facial features. As my best friend revealed, the love I felt for him have been one I longed for - passionate, romantic, serene and earth shattering all at once.  It’s been one year of magical madness and keeping records of his continuous long visits. He’s painstakingly driven. He’s Sensibility and Consistency. He’s revealing. He’s loved me in ways where many men have literally failed before my eyes. 

For the past year I’ve made him cry but he managed to always put a stop to my tears.  I’ve made him wait and his patience deserves a throne.  I’ve called him names but his recital on his love for me grew louder by the day. I’ve forced my volcanic emotions to sit on his lap and he took it, held it, and gently crushed it. I’ve slammed phones down yet he’s returned all calls before the day ended.  I’ve screamed nonsense in his ear but he never took a single step out the door. I’ve unveiled my obscurity using my youth as what I call now as despicable reasoning. He said he understood. I’ve brought my ex lover to the surface, the one man who abandoned me with lies, turning himself all too common. Robert Voisine picked me up, brushed my body with kisses, filled my room with roses, whispered to my soul that promises was no need as he commanded Destiny whom  he was dancing with to allow me to cut in so I could be the one dancing with him for life. I dropped on my knees and begged Destiny to be our eternal guardian.

After dinner, I motioned for him to wait at the lobby yet witnessed a strange eager smile on his face.

I dashed up to the room to light the candles and fill the tub with lukewarm water for a lavender scented bubble bath.  Grabbing a lighter and anxious to witness the surprise on his face, my feet stopped at a table covered in a white cloth standing in the middle of our room. My lips parted in awe. There stood freshly cut fruits, a bottle of champagne posing inside the silver ice box along with two glasses, two plates with its cotton napkins, a mini pot of white and red roses, and a fruit cake covered in bits of nuts. A thin bar of white biscuit decorated the surface with chocolate icing that read: Happy Anniversary.

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