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Making
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It was one of those days when Vincent felt like nothing
could possibly go wrong. The cold days of winter had given way to the warmth
of spring.
He had just experienced a wonderful week at work. A number
of projects that he had been working on for months had finally come together.
It was Friday and he had noticed some lavendar colored
flowers blooming in a park by the side of the highway as he drove home.
The fresh feel of springtime caused him to take a deep breath and proclaim
to himself that life could not be any better.
| Earlier that day, he had spent his lunch hour
composing a long e-mail message to Kira. He knew that she would get
home first and that she would immediately go online to review any e-mails
that might have come in. He had written a long note expressing his
love for her. However, unlike |
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so many of the other notes he wrote to her, he had taken a different tact
with this one. It's theme had to do with his deep appreciation for
their many years of friendship.
"After all," he thought to himself as he wrote to her,
"what could be more wonderful than two people who were not only lovers,
but also the very best of friends?" |
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The note was longer than usual. For some reason, due to
his having enjoyed so much recent success in all of his business ventures,
he was unusually upbeat and feeling very happy. As a result, the letter
had a light feeling to it filled with some very sweet comments regarding
the deepness of their relationship, especially as it pertained to their
being each other's best and dearest friend.
It was a whispy kind of note that was written with no
other purpose than to share some thoughts he was having regarding one of
the things that he loved most about her.
When he signed the note and clicked "Send," he knew that
she would be touched by it. In fact, he thought about it several
times throughout the rest of that afternoon and could not wait to get home
to reaffirm what he had written to her. They were not only husband and
wife but also the very best of friends. He could not have been more blessed
than to have her in his life. He just wanted her to know it.
As he drove into the driveway leading up to their home,
he noticed that her car was parked in it's usual spot. Somehow, just knowing
that she was inside reminded him as to why he felt so good about his life.
All was well with the world and she made it all seem even more wonderful.
As he turned the knob on the front door, he determined that he would give
her a big hug and tell her once again of his love for her.
Kira was in the living room. She was sitting silently
on the large stuffed sofa facing the bay window looking out over the tree-lined
front yard. He immediately noticed that there was no music playing on their
entertainment center, nor was the television turned on. She was simply
sitting quietly on the sofa staring out the window.
"Hi, Baby.!" he exclaimed.
She did not answer but continued staring straight ahead.
"Kira, honey, are you okay?"
She turned away from him and looked the other way. |
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Many things go through a man's mind in such moments. He
wondered if perhaps something bad had happened where she worked. Perhaps
someone had upset her. Worse yet, he wondered if she might have received
some bad news regarding a death in the family or some tragedy that had
overtaken a friend.
"Kira, is something bothering you?"
She whimpered, "Yes, and you know what it is, too."
He paused for a moment to consider her words. Nothing
came to him. He drew a blank.
"I do?"
"Yes," she replied, "you sure do!"
"Okay," he said, "why don't you remind me."
"Oh, darn it all anyway, you men are all alike. You're
all clueless!"
Vincent was stunned. What could he have said or done to
get this kind of reaction? She stood up and stomped into the kitchen. All
he could hear was cupboards banging and the clanking of cooking pans.
As Kira huffed and puffed her way through preparing the
evening dinner, Vincent tried to busy himself by watching a television
news broadcast. He was perplexed at her behaviour and thought it best to
leave her alone. Perhaps she would shake off whatever happened to upset
her if she were to be given some space and time. As the evening progressed,
it didn't happen. Kira remained in the bedroom.
Sometimes couples simply need to give each other a little
space. A gentle touch when the moment is right has a way of opening up
the heart again.
Vincent slowly entered their bedroom where Kira was laying
stretched across the bed looking rather upset and hurt. He stretched out
next to her (with a foot-or-so between them so as not to encroach upon
her).
"What's bothering you, Babe?" |
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She turned her head away from him, looked out their bedroom
window up at the clear evening sky and whimpered, "I thought that we were
more than friends."
"Well," he said, "of course, we are more than friends.
Gosh, Babe, we are much more than friends."
"But you wrote me a note today and all you said was that
were friends. In fact you signed it 'your friend' at the bottom."
Vincent was taken back. Obviously, she had misunderstood.
He would never want her to think that they were "just" friends. Somehow,
she had taken his little note all wrong.
"Kira, I sent you that note just to let you know that,
besides all of the many wonderful facets of our relationship, I also value
the fact that you are my best and dearest friend. That's all that I was
trying to say. I'm sorry that you misunderstood. Please believe me. Our
friendship is only one of so many good things that we share together. That
note was intended to simply point out how much I love you, too, as my best
friend in the whole
world."
Soft words have a way of turning away anger and hurt.
"Really? Is that what you meant?" She said as she turned back to face him.
"Oh, Kira, I love you in every way. How could you not
know that?"
As Kira looked into his eyes, she realized that his intent
in sending her that note was motivated by his love for her. Perhaps she
had been too short sighted. "Afterall," she thought to herself, "isn't
friendship a necessary part of a good relationship between a man and a
woman?"
She looked over to him, carressed his cheek with the back
of her hand and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Vincent said nothing. He simply nodded while snuggling
up next to her.
They didn't venture out of the bedroom for the rest of
the evening.
Making up can be a wonderful experience between two people
who truly love each other. |
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