Off The Bench

It was barely after Christmas and they already had a shit ton of valentine’s day decorations and candy strewn about every damn store. I had grown to hate that fabricated holiday. Crazy, because I used to be that guy that would go all out for the day. I was fast approaching the second solemn lonely February 14th, and third since I had been ruined. Ruined was possibly and understatement but it is what it is. I was madly in love at the time. There was nothing I wouldn’t have done to prove just that. And that day was day was supposed to be perfect.

I had a decadent outing planned, and I had been waiting on the day for months to be honest. I pump faked like I was going to work that day. But I was putting all the final touches on my master plan. Nothing was going to be awry on this day. We had been together for almost two years and thou who shall remain nameless was my everything. That day was going to solidify my stance as to where she stood in my life and what I wanted with her. I made my rounds that day with the biggest smile on my heart. The rose petals had been laid out all over the suite. I had dropped the chef the key to the Suite so there was no delay. I went and picked up her dress and my suit for the night. Shit was just too perfect. I had headed back to the house to surprise bae about fifteen after the hour of 11. Her first 2 dozen roses should have been delivered about 45 minutes prior. I was so wrapped up in my grand scheme I didn’t even stop to think how she hadn’t hit me all day. As I pull up to our apartment, the excitement was bubbling over. I was ready to whisk her away for her massage, facial and just all out pampering.

I made it upstairs to 603B, butterflies filled me. I was convinced she was going to meet me at the door with the biggest smile and hug. I opened the door and was welcomed with an eerie silence. Maybe she was in the tub soaking. The only hint I had given her as to the festivities I had planned was to be prepared to be swept off her feet. The candles were lit, the house smelling like vanilla and a hint of lavender. I checked the mail that was on the counter as I passed the kitchen. I heard her voice from the backroom.