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| {{Greentext|>Show up to Jessica’s house an hour early as instructed | | {{Greentext| |
| >first time going inside
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| >nervous as hell and, other than food, I don’t know what she has planned
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| >swallow fear and knock
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| >she answers the door in a coat
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| >...it’s june
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| >dafuck.bat
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| >go in
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| >house smells delicious but it’s pitch black
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| >cantseeshit.jpg
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| >she DRAGS me around and pushes me onto what I assume is a couch
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| >hear shuffling cloth
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| >something hits the floor (might be dinosaur? Still cant see!)
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| >after a minute asks me what I think
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| >tell her it smells nice in here!
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| >...
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| >she realizes the lights are off
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| >”shit!”
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| >hear her walk across the room
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| >...click
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| >”better?”
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| >...”nope”
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| >”shitfuck”
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| >more walking
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| >...click
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| >lights go on
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| >she’s standing on the other side of the room ...in red see-through negligee
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| >holyfuckinghot.jpg
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| >”Can you see now?”
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| >...”nope!”
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| >I must have made her walk around her apartment trying light switches for like fifteen minutes before admitting the lights were on the whole time
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| >After she got over me ruining her surprise, we “relaxed” on her sofa
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| >still cant believe what she’s planning
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| >tells me we have an hour before dinner will be ready
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| >I’m nervous as hell
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| >she looks incredible
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| >smells amazing
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| >and feels... [HNNNG!]
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| >I am not good enough for her
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| >want to tell her she’s too good for me
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| >want to say she deserves so much more than I can EVER give her
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| >want to admit ...I’m a virgin
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| >she starts murmuring in a sultry voice
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| >says she’s been looking forward to this for weeks
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| >...I say nothing
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| >she stands up and pulls me to my feet
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| >slowly leads me to her bedroom
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| >...I do not deserve this blind goddess
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| {{Greentext|>Fast forward another ten months | | {{Greentext| |
| >Jessica and I have been spending a lot of time together
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| >I’ve grown
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| >I managed to push my credit score high enough to get a decent place of my own
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| >kinda want to ask her to move in with me
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| >kinda want to ask her to... MARRY me
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| >still a sad sack though
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| >I figure I’ll have to trick myself into proposing
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| >House is still new, Jessica hasn’t been over yet
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| >need to make it presentable first
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| >grew up hearing my mom tell me girls like it when boys keep a tidy room
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| >my relationship with Jessica has taught me blind girls REQUIRE it
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| >organize like I have OCD
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| >secure and nail down everything
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| >duct tape all cords to the wall
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| >square up all the furniture and eliminate all tripping hazards
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| >find some nice looking wainscoting cap boards with a wide lip on top that doubles as a hand rail
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| >spend three days installing wainscotting everywhere
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| >buy a braille label maker
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| >braille labels everywhere
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| >label the inner lip of the rails with directions for getting around the house
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| >randomly print out “would you like to live here”
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| >stick it to the inside lip of random rails throughout the house
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| >spend all week getting my house presentable for the blind goddess
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| >Finally ready
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| >invite her over for “movie night”
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| >...I don’t own a tv
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| >”show” her around the house
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| >put her hand on the new railings
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| >start walking around the house
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| >she’s impressed
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| >successkid.jpg
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| >sliding her hand along the lip
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| >we’re moving pretty quickly
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| >she passes over invitation labels several times
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| >each time she pauses, but doesn’t stop
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| >getting a little discouraged
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| >halfway down the main hall on the way back to the living room she stops
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| >runs her hand back and forth several times
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| >...starts breathing fast
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| >”reads” the strip a few more times
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| >...slowly makes her way to me and LEAPS into my arms
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| >...
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| >...I did it!
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| {{Greentext|>A year goes by and I barely notice a single day | | {{Greentext| |
| >Every day that I wake up next to Jessica is the best day of my life
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| >I am the single happiest man in my own little world that revolves entirely around her
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| >I still know I’m not worthy
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| >but I don’t think about it much any more
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| >I focus every ounce of my effort on making her happy
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| >she deserves everything I can give her and so much more
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| >that effort translates into every facet of my life
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| >The world is a warmer, brighter place
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| >one night Jessica and I are chilling in the living room listening to harry potter (her version of casual “reading”)
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| >it’s just noise to me
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| >I like to hold Jessica in my lap at nights while she “reads”
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| >I’m just happy to feel her in my arms
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| >Sometime around eight, Jessica excuses herself to use the bathroom
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| >a few minutes later she comes back to the living room with a little paper bag
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| >not like a grocery bag
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| >a NICE bag
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| >...the kind you get at a specialty shop
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| >It takes her a few minutes to get back to the couch
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| >I’ve learned not to help her unless she asks
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| >but waiting to know whats in the bag is killing me
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| >she sits next to me with a very nervous expression
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| >tension.exe
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| >...she asks me if I love her
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| >I emphatically tell her I do
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| >tell her she’s my world!
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| >she sits forward and pulls something out of the bag
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| >clutches it so I can’t see what it is
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| >she holds out her fast like she wants to give me something
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| >I go to cup her hands (so she knows to let go)
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| >before I can she suddenly opens her hand dropping the thing on the floor
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| >quickly crouch down and get on the floor
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| >search desperately for whatever she dropped
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| >spot a glint of shiny metal
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| >...a little gold ring
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| >pick it up
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| >Look at Jessica
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| >she’s standing over me with her hands outstretched and waiting
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| >reach out to hand her the ring
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| >our hands touch
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| >she searches my fingers
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| >feels the ring
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| >screams “YES!”
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| >...I’m on one knee
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| >...this is an engagement band
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| >...she tricked me!
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| {{Greentext|>Fast forward six months | | {{Greentext| |
| >Jessica and I are the happiest couple I know
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| >Her friends have become OUR friends
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| >...I have friends now!
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| >...feels good
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| >Our friends call me her teddy bear
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| >the girls think we’re “too cute” together
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| >the guys want to cut my dick off and have it bronzed
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| >...okaaay?
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| >one day, my uncle comes over for a visit
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| >he hands me a manila envelope
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| >says it’s an early wedding present
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| >asks me to open it AFTER he leaves
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| >Jessica is out dress shopping so we chill
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| >At some point, he tells me although he’s not my dad, he’s proud of me
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| >and he knows mom and dad are proud too
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| >that night, I open the envelope with Jessica
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| >...it’s my mom and dad’s wedding photo
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| >haven’t seen it in fourteen years
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| >Jessica says she wishes she could see it
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| >Feel. Everything.
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| >twelve years of pain, washed away by a single glass of ice-water
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| >two years of enduring bliss
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| >tripped at the finish line by a little irony
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| >tearfully say, “they would have loved you”
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| >...FINALLY start crying
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| Jessica and I are getting married tomorrow morning.
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| I’m STILL not worthy of her.
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| But I’m working on it.
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| ==Sources== | | ==Sources== |
