Window To Your Sole…

As I look in through your kitchen window, you’ve never been more lovely.

Red hair falling over your shoulders, looking like it has never known a tangle.

Still in your work clothes. The grey dress pants. The white button up shirt with 3/4 length sleeves.

And you are cooking fish.

My favourite!

But, you must know that by now.

And that smile.

Wow.

It makes me not want to interrupt you.

You look completely at peace.

It is causing me to grin and —

Wait! Who is THAT dude? He better be the cable guy.

WHY is his hand on your shoulder?

You are hugging!

Hugging!?!?!

Oh, man… my stomach.

A cold chill just went down my spine.

THIS is how I find out?

He looks like a poster boy for date rapists!

I’m literally going to be sick.

Who was there for you during February’s pregnancy scare?

Who had your back for the last three months while you, very unnecessarily, ate nothing but those Weight Watchers meals?

Who knows about your tax problems?

Not little Ronnie ‘Roid Rage there!

It’s me.

You are so ungrateful.

This feels like a dream, yet I know that I’m not going to wake up from it.

I really thought you were the one.

I knew it from the first moment I saw you.

The twinkle in your eye as I held the supermarket door open for you melted me completely.

Maybe I’m overly romantic.

Maybe I’m an idealist.

But, if we don’t believe that there is someone great out there for us, what’s the point of trying?

Damn you.

I actually started believing.

I’m hurt.

I’m confused.

I feel stupid for ever believing that you were different. That there was more to you.

I won’t soon make that mistake again.

Great… now you are kissing him.

Screw this.

I’m getting out of your rosebush, putting you garbage back in the can, and pulling my pants and underwear up.

Yours isn’t the only window in the neighbourhood.

Slut.

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  1. MissE says:

    You are one twisted individual, Peter. That was excellent!

    I confess I “felt” the twist coming (you know, that he is a stalker not boyfriend/partner) but the whole rosebushes, garbage, underwear thing… totally unexpected.

    The pun in the title though… sole? *sigh* I repeat – one twisted individual.

    Hey, how about a vlog of you reading some of your work? *grin*

  2. themikestand says:

    Slut indeed.

    Excellent!

  3. Jurgen Nation says:

    *Monty Burns’ “Exxxxcelllllent” should be inserted here*

    Please post this to IB. LOVE THIS. Hilar!

  4. Eve says:

    um, hahahaha [nervous laughter]

  5. Erika says:

    You left out *the* most important part…boxers or briefs ;)

  6. Steph says:

    Bahahaha! I love the little twist that comes at the end of these types of posts. You keep me guessing though. Very clever.

  7. PatyC says:

    Love it!

  8. Deanna - Las Vegas says:

    I am at work in my little cube and literally laughing loudly. Someond just asked me what I was laughing at. I just dont think they would understand.

  9. Sid says:

    Saw th twist in the end. Well not th whole underwear thing … You seem 2 know quite a bit bout this stalkin business, don’t you?

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