#her and i

[aleesabella]

IG/ motorrflex

[5yours-yours2]

Her & I

My friend and I got bored and wrote this so here goes

I loved my husband. His name was Ike, and he was the sweetest, kindest and most faithful husband in the world. That is until that day. 

Let me go back, before the marriage, before… everything. All the way back to third grade, rural Michigan, 1976, when I met her.  Barbara. She was a nice girl with long black hair that fell to her hips. I guess I always liked her, but in third grade Barbara was just my best friend. We spent our days together, swinging beside eachother on the playground. We spent all our years beside each other. 

It was in eighth grade when I realized that I liked her more than a friend. We went to prom together, insisting we were just friends, but that was all my ploy to get her to look at me in that light. She never did. Not until that other night. But we’re not there yet.

Attending some Michigan University, we rented an apartment, 1988. Barbara and I were still close, but I met a man in my biology class and we hit it off great. I’ve since realized that I never truly loved him romantically, but that does not excuse his later actions. Ike and I dated for 5 years comfortably before we married, and it was a joyous day. 

We were living a happy, close life together in our home when Barbara’s parents died tragically in a fire, leaving her a fortune. It was a sad funeral, but Barbara was soon back on her feet, and eager to invest said fortune into online crypto currency. She lost it all at once, and had to move into Ike and my basement. We would talk together during the night, but Ike was a heavy sleeper. Her being so close led perfectly into that day and that other day.

Now, to the present.

My room, midnight, 2005. That day. I was on a work trip, and my flight was delayed to the next day, so I came home early to find Ike and Barbara having a grand old time in our bed. I stood there, shocked, and quickly slipped back out of the room unnoticed. I brewed a cup of tea, and sat awaiting them. When the sounds of activity ceased I crossed my legs and waited. Barbara  came out first, and looked at me, stunned. I smiled warmly at her.  

“Hello Barbara, there’s tea on the stove if you’d like a cup.” 

Ike came out next. 

“Princie… I can explain!” 

“You don’t need to. There’s no need for explanations.”

“Do you forgive me?”

“No.”

The next day Ike woke up to cold sheets, with no trace of me in them. Not there or anywhere in that house. If he were to have walked downstairs, which I’m sure he did, he would have found a sticky note on the refrigerator bearing the words ‘don’t follow me’. If he went to the basement he would not have found Barbara, for the two of us had left together, beside each other. The next week Ike would receive divorce papers in the mail with no return address.

Barbara and I had a long talk, but honestly I would have forgiven her either way. She was the most beautiful woman I will ever meet. I would never be mad at her. I love her. 

Let’s go back. To before those days, to our road trip. It was 1989 and we got in Barbara’s father’s stationwagon to travel the country together. That was the summer I confessed. I told Barbara over a cigarette in a motel that I loved her. Barbara did not respond. She left that night, and I had to call Ike to come get me. I didn’t see her again until her parents’ funeral, when I told her that she did not have to love me, but I was going to be there beside her either way. 

It turned out that she had loved me, and she could only admit that after I caught her with Ike, when I had broken up with him. I loved her with all my heart and we lived together for three years happily. We would have picnics in the park, and share a city apartment like we had in university. Those were the happiest years of my life, the three I spent with her. 

Then, on a sunny afternoon I was starting a roast that we would eat for dinner. I had a whole night prepared, with roses on the table, and candles in the bedroom. I had been planning to propose. I picked out a ring the week before, and had a mixtape with her favorite songs, the same boombox from university.

It went wonderfully, we ate, we danced. We danced. It was during the dance when it happened. I was looking into Barbara’s hazel eyes, and she was smiling at me as we danced around our empty kitchen. She is beautiful. She is lovely. She is everything. 

It was at the end of the song when I realized there was blood dripping onto the floor. My blood. Bright red on white tiling. I fell to the floor, still in her arms as she held me tight. She was my everything. I pulled out the ring box and held it up to her. She began to cry, taking the ring and sliding it onto her finger. 

“Will you marry me?”

“I would, my darling, if only we had time.”

“In time we will, I will find you my love.”

Since that  day I have been searching for her, through the afterlife. It is cold here, but her name on my lips keeps me warm. I will never know why she did it, shoving that knife into my stomach, but I don’t have to. She is my everything, and I know we will walk beside each other through the gates to eternity. Until then, I will search, calling out her name.

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[muttmoxley]

sometimes im like "wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking" and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says "youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine" and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me

[liquidstar]

i always think abt my cousin in greece who's like obsessed with american culture, bc ill say that im going to a barbecue and she'll be like "wow.... a real life american barbecue... will there be red cups?" you bet your ass there'll be red cups. take my hand. have a hot dog. all your dreams can come true here at the real life american barbecue

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[ivyblooms]

The funniest homophobia I ever experienced was a Mormon lady at my work telling me she would accept me being gay because we have to get along as coworkers but I really should consider not being gay because gay people have sex like animals (especially gay men) and she just couldn't stop thinking about it and how gross we are. She started really getting distressed, near tears, and saying 'I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop." over and over and miming some kind of sex acts with her hands and I was like ?????? What is happening???? One of the other Mormon ladies had to come over and pat her on the back and help her sit down to help her calm down and our boss gave her the afternoon off due to being too upset to work.

[cherrygirlfriend]

lili reinhart they could never make me hate you or even slightly dislike you 🤍

[lettuccine]

i cant stop thinking about a post by @possamble so i made this

inspired by this

based on a fanart by BugsGay on twitter

[midnightcrisisstuff]

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

[astronomalyy]

parenting

[kaereth]

Dragon harpy chimera birdy FALIN!! I love her

[greykolla-art]

Yeah I think you’re in the right place, Al.

[hansoeii]

butch wolverine, anyone?

[time-woods]

Accessorize ! Accessorize ! Accessorize !

based off of how my dad got his ears pierced))