Hope
©Poet of the Shadows AKA Shadowpoet
Chapter 15
"When you play out a scene in your head, planning every move to make something perfect and you look forward to achieving that perfection. In doing so sometimes you stress the situation, enough that everything goes haywire from step one.
June 14th 1987, Hope and I planned a picnic. We were going into the wilderness to just be with each other for the day. Like most typical teenagers I had more planned then just a picnic. I planned to make the final step in my relationship with hope. I wanted to show her I loved her in the one way we had yet to experienc.
That morning I woke to beautiful weather and believed nothing could go wrong with our plans for the day. I gathered Hope at her house and we walked into the forest with the picnic lunch she had prepared. We had been practicing communicating with our minds instead of speaking verbally but it was difficult when we didn't have full concentration, and/or an extremely emotional event happening. Today seemed to be like any other as we sat up our picnic, played for a while, ate and relaxed.
As time passed, I told Hope I needed to use nature for a moment and excused my self. Picking a dozen wild red roses from a near by bush, I admired their crimson color and their beautiful sent. Getting lost in thought I spent some time gathering them and getting ready for what I was about to say. Once I felt prepared, I returned to the picnic site noticing Hope was waiting patiently with a smile.
I walked to hope and handed her the roses saying, 'I love you. I think I have loved you from first day we met and I know I'll love you for as long as time will allow. I know we are young but one day I hope to become your husband.'
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