Today is February 14th, Valentine’s Day. And I’m getting married. Can you believe it? I never thought that this day would come. I’ve been waiting ever so patiently since the day we first met. I know that it sounds crazy and totally cliche, but from that first moment on I knew that we were going to spend our whole life together. And now, here we are bordering on the cusp of eternal inseparableness.
Have you ever met someone that you just couldn’t stop thinking about? Or met someone that gave you those tiny little heart attacks when you thought of them? When I met her… that was just how I felt. For me, the sun rose and set with her.
My feelings for her have never changed. Not even after I caught her and her boss in our bed. For some reason or another it made me love her even more. Is that strange? But hey, it was just sex. She didn’t really love him. I know she said that she did, but I didn’t believe her. She was just confused.
She was confused when she told me that she would rather die than marry me. And just confused when she told me that she was pregnant with his child. And…and even more confused when she told me that if I tried to stop her from leaving she’d kill me. You know what I think? I think she loved me so much that she was afraid. Afraid of love. But aren’t we all to some degree or another?
But all that’s in the past now. Forgive and forget, right? None of that matters now. It’s Valentine’s Day and we’re getting married. It’s been a long road. A road with plenty ups and downs to say the very least. But nothing worth having comes without some kind of cost or sacrifice. You just have to be strong and wait it out.
Speaking of waiting, look at the time! I gotta go! I need to change into my tux. Tonight is going to be a big night. I can’t leave my beautiful bride-to-be waiting any longer. Can you believe it? After all of this, she’s the one that’s waiting on me. Go figure. In fact, she’s been waiting for the past three days.
Waiting for me in the same room tied to the same chair. Waiting for me with her hands and her feet bound. Waiting for me with a look of horror on her ashen face. Waiting for me with her beautiful brown eyes bulging out of their sockets. Waiting for me to come to her and unite us for eternity.
I’m going to take the ring from my jacket pocket and place it on her cold, lifeless finger. I do hope the rigor mortis hasn’t set all the way in yet. I’d hate to have to fumble and fuss about with the ring. That would be quite awkward and unfortunate. Don’t you agree?
After the ring ceremony, I’m going to kiss my bride. Kiss her as if I haven’t seen her in a thousand years. Then I’m going to swallow this bottle of pills and wash it down with this bottle of whiskey. And then…then, we’ll be together. She will finally be mine. Be mine…be mine…be mine…