Deezil.us

First paragraph from the book I’m writing.

To the person who knows this story is about her, you told me to write the story. My take on it starts like this:

My son helped me get my bow-tie all straightened out since my hands were dancing all around my body. “Don’t worry,” he says, “you weren’t this nervous when I got married. No reason to start now.” I couldn’t help but agree with him, but after 35 years of pain and toil and heartache, the original dream I had in my mind was finally coming true. I was going to watch her walk down the aisle, hold my hand, and we were going to be one. That fateful day in college, had anyone told me the hell she would put me through to get me the heaven, I would have laughed and said that no woman was ever worth that. Yet, she grabbed my heart and soul at every opportunity and made sure that it was hers. Maybe just for those briefest of moments, but when she saw the opportunity to pounce on me she did. And now, she was going to get me for her own for the rest of my life.

This by no means is finished or even fully fleshed out, partly because the story hasn’t finished yet. We’ll see.