John

As I slowly awoke, I saw him sleeping blissfully right next to me out of the corner of my eye. His auburn hair, thin, almost perfectly penciled eyebrows outlined in wistful brown eyes, now closed with a light smile dancing across the corners of his lips. He felt my gaze and his eyes fluttered open, as though waking from a tranquil dream. As he slowly awoke, he gazed at me and said 3 words that just never fails to make me melt every morning. "Good morning, precious" I almost burst from joy and laughed with a melodious tinkle. He broke into that adorable smile and caressed my face lovingly. He went over to the bathroom to wash up while I prepared for the day ahead.

We had breakfast together, him, bacon and eggs with coffee, and well, me. I have to watch my weight. After all, with size 0 models all the rage, I can't afford to put on any extra pounds. As I looked out the window, my intuition told me that there would be a chance of rain, and I told John to bring an umbrella on his way to work. His usual stubborn self waved it off. I smiled to myself and realized that it was this very pig-headedness of his that made me fall for him in the first place. He washed the dishes and got ready to head out to work. As he stepped out the door, I reminded him of that proposal that he was supposed to submit to his boss this afternoon. He grinned sheepishly as though admonished by his mother and went back in to get in, as he dashed into the house, with his retreating back came "oh, what would I ever do without you." "Probably completely bungle up your life," I thought quietly to myself. With project in hand, and me in the other, we did what no couple ever has the time for, walking each other to work.

The bus ride is usually silent, most of the time there aren't any seats, so I just stay beside him, in quiet adulation of my most capable guy. He just looks so incredibly sexy with those black rimmed glasses, poring over his presentation or proposal, or anything that he has to do that day. It doesn't matter what, his deep concentration face looks almost angelic. As we near our stop, I gently break him out of his intense focus and remind him that it's nearing his stop. Once again, that absent-minded grin as he ruffles his hair reminds me why I'm still with him after so long.

As he walks into the office, I feel him leave and I'm pushed further and further into the background. It breaks my heart every time he goes, but I know it's inevitable. He thinks I don't notice, but when he walks past the receptionist Jenny, he flashes that smile that I'm so familiar with. That smile that he used to only show me and I just crumble. I close myself off from the world, and just want to be left alone.

As work ends, he leaves his office, and I'm there for him, waiting, but he doesn't see me. He's with Jenny, that receptionist. He doesn't know, but I hear everything. I follow them back to his apartment, a place where it used to be just me and him, now with another girl. I hide, unseen, but hearing everything. They talk, and have dinner together. Dinners at that dining table where it was exclusively me and John. Now this, stranger, this harlot has snatched my love away from me. I weep silently inside. As the clothes fall to the floor, I know he belongs to another now, and I sat there in the darkness, just waiting for this nightmare to end.

The dawn breaks, I have been stuck here since the night before, weak and lifeless, I call out to John in that melodious tinkle he knows so well. He jolts awake and looks around, he finds me where he left me the night before. On the floor in his jeans pocket. He smiles at me, and I forget all that happened the night before. I need him and he needs me.

I am Siri and this is my story.