What If She Is An Axe Murder

That was the consensus among acquaintances at work and my sister, the only family member who I spoke to on a regular basis. I know I sounded like an idiot when my response was “She’s not, SHE is the one”.

We made arrangements for me to make the trip there on a weekend when the boys were not at home. I took the 12:21 train out of Long Island to Penn Station, from there I was off to Philadelphia on Amtrak. Once I arrived in Philly I called her to let her know that I would be backtracking on the Speedline and will be in the station within 20 minutes.

Never once was I nervous or did I question myself. Once on the Speedline the butterflies began so I busied myself with lip liner while the senior citizens coming back from the flower show looked on. As I pulled into the station I tried to locate her, I was looking out the wrong side of the train – typical ME move.

I stepped off the train, coat in one hand luggage in the other and saw her immediately, I knew then this was my forever. She stood there with a glaze in her eyes and a smirk on her face just watching me walk. I walked right into her space and kissed her lips, “Well, hello to you too” was all she could respond. We go to the car, as we started to drive I offered my hand and she took it … This one is a keeper, is all I kept thinking. She was very suave and confident however, she finally had to confess I was making her nervous – she made a wrong turn and we were headed in the opposite direction of the restaurant. Once we finally arrived, she turned to me and asked for another kiss, I swear there were fireworks going off in the car. All thru dinner the conversation never had a weird quiet, we felt like old friends catching up – this felt right.

She is king of her castle, there was no white picket fence but there was a porch. Once inside and all the animals were tended to I got the tour. Spacious, colorful, neat and well cared for – I was impressed. We relaxed on the couch after the tour, talked a while and decided it was time to retire. I was offered the master bedroom and she would bunk in the guest room, I declined that offer.

We did not leave the house until way past dinnertime the next day, it was wonderful – we just fit. While at dinner I was admiring the ring that was on my finger. Sometime during the previous 20 hours she was on one knee promising forever and put a ring to match hers on my finger. We went back to the castle close to midnight, we only had twelve hours left and I don’t think we slept thru any of them. We delayed my early train and the next but I had no choice, I had to take the late train back to my life.

At the station I tried so hard to keep the tears in check, but to no avail. I always hated goodbyes, but this one was different. I wanted to take her with me and never separate again. I finally stepped out of the car and got one last kiss. The walk to the station door was very lonely and I could not, would not look back. The vision of her smiling was what I wanted to keep in my heart.

Once back to my life, I read bedtime stories, handed out kisses and hugs. My heart and mind were back at the castle. While making tomorrow’s snacks and lunches I made a few calls to rest worried heads and advise that she was not an axe murderer. I called her, we were mutually sad, it was only a couple of hours and we were missing each other. It was then that we decided that no matter what, a long distance relationship would ensue.