The Cadillac Lounge – Part 9

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Welcome back!

If you missed parts 1-8, you can read them in the links below:

The Cadillac Lounge

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Part Nine:

Its been three days, three whole days since she has spoken to him, she is proud of herself for avoiding him, but on the third night she doesnt think and Lorraine, out of habit checks her email before falling asleep, and she notices an email from Dean. She stares at it, willing it to just open on it’s own so she can’t blame herself for whatever emotions that email was about to evoke, but to no avail.

She has managed to ignore his texts and phone calls. She almost had a moment of weakness yesterday, but Melissa pulled the phone from her hands, as she promised Lorraine she wouldn’t let her talk to him, no mater how much she begged.

“Do I open the email?” She asked herself..

Her heart was screaming “YES!!!!”

But her mind was saying, you know behind that email is going to be some type of apology, and because it’s Dean and he has the ability to explain how to pour a glass of milk and make it sound poetic, are you prepared to handle that? Do you remember how much it hurt before?”

She sighs, almost letting logic win, until her heart speaks up, “Remember how that feels? He came to you broken, and he didn’t deny it. He asked you to love him despite these moments, because he knew they’d happen, and you promised to love him in spite of them. How you’re feeling right now is just a fraction of the feelings he’s been dealing with for years. He’s willing to open up to you, that has to mean something, the very least you can do is read the damn email, why are you making him suffer?”

She told her brain to deal with her broken heart later, and she opened the email…….

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Lorraine,

I asked you if I could capture all of my favorite memories of you, not just with you, but of you. You looked at me like I was crazy, rightfully so, but I hope you will understand my need for such a question.

Look at that picture, do you remember that day? I had asked you if you’d go on a road trip with me. You asked me where, and I asked you if it mattered. Other girls I have been with I’ve asked that question , I’ll admit, but you, my dear, were the first to respond with a squeal of delight, asking how I knew it was an item on your bucket list, and I responded because I know it’s an item on mine. Then you kissed me. I remember every kiss. Every. Single one. With you, that’s new too, btw. Anyway, so we got up early the next morning, and we packed our bags with many different outfits, prepared for anything we could think of. We had so much fun asking each other questions, getting to know each other better, We would sing at the top of our longs, and you’d look at me. Oh, those eyes. .(I really don’t think you fully understand the power your eyes have over me.)We had driven for three hours and hadn’t even noticed, we stopped to stretch our bones, and decided since we were already half way, we’d finish the trek to Myrtle Beach. 

As soon as we arrived, you sat down, looking out at the ocean, and you looked back at me, and you asked, “Do you know your eyes sparkle when the sun hits them?”

I responded, “I don’t think anyone has ever observed me quite so closely before.”

You stood up and wrapped your arms around me. “Their loss, it’s become my favorite thing to look at.”

“What exactly?” I asked still not quite able to understand what you meant.

“The way the sun hits your eyes.” was not the response I was expecting. It was at that exact moment I knew this was it, there’s no turning back for me. I keep getting off track my love, look at the picture. You sat down on the rock and you said, I want to remember the way this moment makes me feel, and my God, I fell deeper in love with you, because I finally found a woman who gets me, and I could finally say, “Me too.” And that was the first time I started taking pictures of these moments, the moments that you write about, the moments that we both cherish! This moment, my dear, was just one out of the many moments I have fallen in love with you. Please don’t ask me to number them, I don’t think I’d be able, but I have always wondered what you wrote that day.

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I came home from work, it had been a particularly hard day, it started off with spilled coffee and ended with rookie mistakes I should have seen, and I was feeling really down, and I just couldn’t wait to get home to you. I remember feeling disappointed to find that you weren’t in the living room. I found you pacing in my bedroom, your pen resting against your lip, lost in whatever world you were creating. You said I could capture my favorite moments of you, so I pulled out my phone and I took this picture, because I don’t normally get to see this side of you. You have so many depths, my love, and each one is one to be cherished, and I do, and I want to keep cherishing them as time goes by. Just look at how beautiful you are!

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This one, oh this one my love, is my absolute favorite.

We had spent the day cleaning out the garage, we were exhausted, but it felt good to finally have it organized, and it was ours now, your stuff mixed with mine, together! You took your shower first, and when I came back down after mine, I found you here, your favorite spot, under the weeping willow tree, a pen in hand, and I remember thinking, I could never capture another picture that was more you. I’ve been staring at this one a lot, look at how happy you look, and that wasn’t the fist thing I noticed about you? It’s because I’m used to seeing you happy, that wasn’t new to me. Doesn’t that count for something? Please, please, look at that smile and tell me this doesn’t mean something to you. Please, I’ll do whatever it takes to show you how much you mean to me, it’s you, nobody else. I promise. I’m just an idiot, who lost his mind a long time ago. How could I ever do anything to break such a precious soul? Baby, you’re a hand written love letter in a world of relationship statuses, please trust me when I say it’s you, my soul has been dancing with yous for a very long time, and now they’re connected. Please tell me you can feel it. I can work with anything else, just please tell me you can feel it.

Love,

Dean

She was left, completely breathless, and she realized that he was right, his soul was the one hers had been searching for their whole lives, and to deprive them of that dance was afflictioon.

She was still trying to catch her breath, she needed to to call him, why didn’t she have the courage to call him? He had confessed his love for her in the the most romantic way any man has ever described to any woman, and she can’t even pick up the phone? She couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with her, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized, he would understand, so she did the next best thing. She texted him. Just three simple words, there is no need to complicate it.

Just three simple words:

“I. Feel. It.”

To be continued…

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4 Responses to The Cadillac Lounge – Part 9

  1. Thank you for this one. It shows a side of men, that many do not see,..a sensitive side…a cherishing side. Men, like myself, who desire more than just a physical connection will do things like take random photos of the woman they love as a reminder of not only the moment by why they love them as well 🙂

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  2. Thank you for that. It took me way too long to get here, but I thank God He changed my heart in more than just the spiritual 🙂

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  3. Pingback: The Cadillac Lounge – Part 10 | Life Lessons From Around the Dinner Table

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