by Alexis Elizabeth

Created on: March 24, 2009

Love to Heaven

It was love at first sight, for me any way. Back then she didn't even know I existed. I knew everything about her. I knew she loved shopping for shoes. I knew she loved the shopping part much more than any purchase she'd ever made. I knew her shopping was one of the few methods she had used to escape her pain. I knew who and what had caused the pain and I longed to hold her in my arms. I also knew that all the shopping in the world would never fill her barren heart.

If only I could have convinced her that everything would be alright, that it would all work out in the end, but I was a stranger to her. I remember how painful it was to be so close to her that I could smell the sweetness of her skin. I always stayed close to her. I was normally two steps ahead of her warding off any dangers she may encounter. At the same time I was two steps behind, just in case she were to stumble. I would then be able to dive down and break the blow of her fall.

I'll never forget the day we were formally introduced. Her friend had brought her along to a retreat at Stella Niagara. I was also in attendance. I swear my heart skipped a beat when she walked in that main conference room. She was more stunning than she had ever been before. The best part was that we had spent the whole weekend together.

We had done various activities to get to know one another better. I could tell she was beginning to warm up to me. Whenever my name was called aloud she would flash her dazzling smile. It seemed that whenever we talked, all the problems of the world around her would melt away. One thing was for sure, I knew that for once in her life, she wasn't allowing her pain to loom over her.

It wasn't too long after that when we began seeing each other on a regular basis. Like I said, I had always been seeing her, only now she saw me too. I was desperate to reveal my life long secret admiration of her, but I knew that wouldn't go over very well. She would become overwhelmed and flee from me, not to mention the embarrassment she would feel about what I had witnessed throughout her troubled life. I played it cool and allowed her to come to me, until that day.

Nothing was more painful than the day she blamed me for the death of her father. Who else would she blame? I was the only one in the room when she walked in. Hot angry tears poured down her face and over her pink full lips as she shook her fist and cursed me out.

How could this be happening? Our relationship had just began. I had already

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