A love story

 

Once upon a time in a country far, far away there lived a man named Will and a lady named Rosemary.

Will had been born in a rich but unhappy family. His parents were always shrieking, swearing and crying. There was a lot of hurling of furniture, slamming the door and storming out. His mum and dad had unlimited appetites and were never satisfied. They shopped and boasted all day so they could shop and boast again the next day about buying things that they did not need or value. Amassing these things only made them feel empty. It was all a raucous rodomontade of a screaming match with alcohol poured on top.

The parents thought they were royalty but behaved like chavs. Their family moved every single year and his whole life was thrown into complete chaos. Therefore, Will had no friends and his parents always made him the odd one out. He could not do anything right for his parents. Everything he did was wrong for them. His sisters fought like cat and dog. In the end his sisters would not even speak to each other. Will had an excellent education. The problem was that he ended up clever but unwise. He had been foolish. Will had made the wrong decision every single time. Bad choices had led to bad outcomes. He had become poor and ended up doing boring, stressful jobs he disliked. He had had girlfriends but had been naive. Some had tricked him and others he had not treated with enough respect. He felt that he was cursed by the God of mediocre girlfriends. He was foredoomed to mess up everything. His tiny flat was untidy and he wore tatty, faded, unfashionable, old clothes. He did not make much money in his job as a bicycle delivery boy. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. He had had a child with Miss Evil. He had taken pity on Miss Evil and moved to Povertyland to save her. He had spent every penny on her. But Miss Evil had torn his baby away from him. He had wasted the best years of his youth on someone who had so coldly and cruelly betrayed him again and again. The accursed woman had caused him an infinitude of grief. He was deeply wounded and thought he would never recover.

It seemed that he would never achieved his heart’s desire. He was well into adulthood and he feared that no one would ever love him. He was an incurable romantic. His friends told him he was being silly with his adolescent fantasy of true love. They said that life is not a fairytale. People scorned him as a cloud dweller. Will was a penniless writer and had to take another job to make ends meet. This daydreamer could never achieve anything.

Rosemary had been born into an ordinary family. They did not have much money but they were rich in love and happiness. She had younger siblings and helped to look after them. She was very responsible. Her parents were sensible and kind. She was a hardworking and clever girl in school. When she grew up she became the Professor of Braininess. She also won an Olympic Gold Medal in jogging. She was a domestic goddess and kept winning master chef. She broke the world record for tidying a house. Everyone idolised Rosemary. She was the muse of every poet and painter on the globe. She was tall, slender, elegant and blessed with matchless beauty beyond compare. The dictionary did not have enough words and perpetuity did not have enough time to extoll her. She was so beautiful because she had never smoked a cigarette, she ate healthy food and the right amount of it as well as taking ample exercise. This comely lady was witty and a fantastic conversationalist. She had a lively circle of female friends. But somehow men were afraid to approach Rosemary. She had had her share of boyfriends at school and university. But when she was a real adult she had no more. The men she met all seemed inadequate or uninterested. But Rosemary was very lucky to have the two best children in the world. She was only ever cross with them when it was absolutely necessary. She liked nothing more than nurturing. She had won the Mum of the Year Award three times. Her house rebounded to the rompings of her sturdy children.

Rosemary was as generous spirited and warm hearted as can be. She thought she was happy enough but not quite content. Perhaps she did not need a man after. She had been warned; men only ever bring trouble. The only male in her life was her cat. Rosemary was hard on herself. She criticised her body because she looked like a human being and not and photoshopped and airbrushed image in a magazine. She did not like her legs because they were real!

One day Will was sitting in an Italian restaurant. In walked God’s masterpiece. She was a leggy lady clothed in a diaphonous scarlet dress. Her long legs were toned and tanned. She was lithe, svelte and gracile. Her pale complexion was bathed in the radiance of both the sun and of the moon. Her glossy auburn tresses tapered down to her dainty delicate elbows. Her fine boned faced was framed with perfectly proportioned and fragile features. Her smile could illuminate a Black Hole. She tottered slowly in on high heels. She was Rosemary. She bit her lower lip feeling a little anxious. Around her neck she wore snow white lustrous pearls. Her roselips were but lightly made up. She was the living spirit of femininity.

Will’s eyes met Rosemary’s. He looked into those sparkling emerald eyes and saw the serenity of her smile. She inquired into his intelligent iridescent eyes. Instantly a curious connection was formed. Rosemary perceived a mysterious bond between them. She knew it was written in the stars. Will’s mouth fell agape. His head was aswim and his heart was leaping. He looked the lady up and down. She felt herself melt. Her heart was aglow! The Angel of Love had drawn back her bow and fired a flaming arrow deep into Will’s heart. Will stood up and walked slowly, oh so slowly, towards Rosemary. She gazed at him in bewildered awe. He was dumbstruck by her exquisiteness. But it was not only her unutterable, matchless and boundless beauty that had stolen his heart away. He saw her face had never told a lie. Her smile was so serene that it could calm a hurricane. He breathed deep of the heady fragrance she was wearing. But she seemed just unattainable. What would someone like her see in him?

Rosemary studied Will closely. He was tall and broad shouldered. Will was a little chubby but she did not mind that overmuch. He had warm brown hair down to his eyebrows. His rectangular face was regular but distinguished. He had a slightly broad nose and a naturally smiley face. She knew instinctively he was a man who could never, ever hurt her. To her, he was impossibly attractive.

Will stopped an inch from her. But Rosemary put out her hands and drew him towards her. Their lips met in the most soulful kiss of all time. Somehow they just knew it was meant to be. At the creation of the universe all the souls were paired up. A perfect person is created for you. Finding that perfect person is your life’s quest. But some people search to the uttermost ends of the universe never, ever find him or her. But Will knew in a split second that Rosemary was his destiny.

Rosemary and Will finally disengaged. They held hands and walked to a table. They had a little luncheon but did not manage to take their eyes or hands off each other. They wanted to devour each other. They scarcely ate a morsel. Will was awestruck by her prettiness, the brilliancy of her mind and the geniality of her character and her elan vitale. His voice was a pukka dulcet tenor’s tone. Her voice was a like a lilting violin. Rosemary had a soft and gentle personality. She was unpretentious but as gracious as a princess. When luncheon was over they exchanged but one chaste kiss and had to go their separate ways the day. But before they did, Will confessed, with a catch in the voice, ”I love you.” The words pierced Rosemary’s heart. She was momentarily dazed. A lump rose in her throat and lachrymations welled in her innocent, heavenly eyes as she heard herself whisper in her velvet voice, ”I love you.” Never a truer word had been spoken. He felt that Rosemary’s named was engraven on his heart. Will was a complete coward but knew he would gladly pour out every last drop of his life’s blood to save Rosemary.

When they next met it was not just that Rosemary wanted to be with Will. She had to be. Mother Nature herself commanded Rosemary to unite with Will. Rosemary gave herself completely to the one she loved. She was soaked to the skin in emotion. She had magically healed Will’s broken heart.

But they met again and again. They were falling truly, madly and deeply in love. They knew their love was absolute insanity but they never wanted it to end. Will warned her that he was a pauper and a loser who had nothing to offer but problems and impossible ambitions. But Rosemary loved him despite his shortcomings. He proclaimed her the very summit of absolute perfection. They communicated by a strange telepathy and could complete each other’s sentences. Will and Rosemary knew that they were born for each other. The Goddess of Love had cast a spell of romance over the couple. There has never been and never shall be a love so pure, so tender, so sweet and so sublime.

For Will it seemed that Rosemary could make all problems and worries disappear. She was the panacea for every ill. She could take all the pain away. He clung to her as though she was a life raft when he was shipwrecked on a tempest tossed ocean. Sometimes under the covers they liked to imagine that they were the only two people in the whole universe. She was ineffably elated to be with him. They were both addicted to the most potent substance in the world: love.

When Will and Rosemary and were apart each one felt like he or she was missing a limb. They spoke for hours and hours on the phone. Each one had what the other needed. Will taught her to swim. She taught him to sing. He canticled her praises every morn and every night. When the two were together the sometimes chatted all day. At other times they could look wistfully at each other and enjoy a wordless conversation. Their loves was far better than in any film and far beyond their wildest fantasies. Rosemary had never felt so wild and free. Their emotions were so extravagant that the two found it exhausting.

In the darkest depths of a stilly midnight the trueloves lay very, very close together and a miracle happened. They were engulfed by tidal wave after tidal wave of love washing over them. It felt frighteningly good! A tsunami of the most indescribable pleasure exploded inside them. They heard the strings of a symphony orchestra play a melodious euphony for them. The choir of all the angels in heaven rejoiced for their love. Will bellowed like a bull and Rosemary ululated like a nightingale. The two loved each other so, so much that a tiny baby started to grow deep inside of Rosemary’s inmost parts. As the baby grew so did the love of Rosemary for Will and the love of Will for Rosemary. Rosemary felt that she was finally blossoming with the pregnancy. With every day of the pregnancy she became younger and healthier. She was as big as a whale but had never felt so adored or beautiful in all her days. Will and Rosemary were elated to know that the baby burgeoning in her womb was the flesh and flood of both of them. The baby was jumping for joy in Rosemary’s belly. The baby was so eager to join the family that she was trying to kick her way out.

Will met Rosemary’s children. They instantly liked him because of his bottomless repertoire of jokes, stories and animal noises. Will had finally found acceptance. Rosemary had finally found someone who treasured her as she so deserved. They were soaring and twining in a deathless love. The two were enraptured in celestial bliss. Will and Rosemary could cuddle each other for all eternity. They felt narcotised with love as though they were floating on an infinite azure ocean of eternal ecstasy.

After a few months the bouncing baby was born as Will held Rosemary’s manicured hand. They named her Eva. Everyone was overjoyed about this most precious gift that had been bestowed on the family. Rosemary’s other children did not feel jealous. They knew that love is only ever multiplied and never divided.

Then Miss Evil finally saw sense because of what Rosemary said to her. Miss Evil gave Will back his son Gonjy. Gonjy came to live with Rosemary, Will and the girls. Gonjy was weclomed into the bosom of the family.

Will finally had the happy family that he had always craved. Rosemary finally had someone who loved her for who she was and was not intimidated by her amazing accomplishments nor believed that gold outweighs a heart. The limerence that Will and Rosemary felt for each other enmeshed their hearts forever. They cleaved to each other as two wax candles melt into one.

Then the family got a little beige dog called Bella. The family was flooded with an elixir of love so vast and rich and deep that it would never run out. They all lived happily ever after.

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