Love Story

13 Oct

August 14th, 2014, 6 pm


“I love you.”

“I said I love you and I thought you should know. You cold, emotionless, bastard.”
“Err thank you? I’m unsu-“

“Unsure how to respond; I know. I know you’ve been emotionally cold and distant for years now. You ignore your own feelings and trample over everyone else’s. You go through life as a set of routines, you never plan for love or hate, and your goals only involve improvement.”

“That’s a very, err accurate description of me.”

“Accurate? I have you down to a science. You only asked me out because we have similar likes, similar background, and we both hate pumpkin flavor or anything to do with pumpkins.”

“Pumpkin flavor anything is just wrong.”

“But you forgot something. Love, is something more than just a process to attach parents to children and others for growth and protection. For me and you it’s that strong feeling of connection. “

“So how do we go about this? I confess my love for you now? I can’t say that I’m in love with you. I also can’t say I asked you out for a date today.”

“I know, but for the moment I’m content to have things just like this. We’re on some level of emotional and intellectual understanding, though the emotional understanding is only one sided.”

“That’s all fine and well, but I don’t think I’m ready to date.”

“Oh yes you are; I’m claiming you as mine and there’s nothing you can say about it. You’re not gonna go and do something about it because it would make you more active in your life then need be.”

“Okay then, treat me nicely I’m a bit soft.”

“Soft? Oh no baby; this crash course is gonna rock ya…”


August 14th, 2034, 6 pm


I don’t recall when, but I remember my dad always humming “Rock you like a Hurricane” by The Scorpions. He said it reminded him of Mom. The fact that he managed to get a date today was no coincidence. 20 years to the date, he was always romantic and loved to remember dates, which both annoyed and thrilled my mother. This is my lovable dorky, herbalist of a father. Sitting with me at the table in the diner, the sunlight really showed his age.

“…Rock ya.”


“That’s one of the things I remember about your mother. Always talking about rocks, but she hated that geology class in college.”

“Dad, it’s a saying an- oh you dork stop making bad jokes.”

He threw his hands up in the air as a sign of surrender.

“Bad habit, I’m sorry. I still miss her you know.”

“I miss her too, but it’s unbelievable how she lived the past few years as a secret agent. First we lost contact with her plane over the Atlantic when she was going to Poland. Second she was in a foreign country civil war. Third she was pronounced dead. Fourth it turns out she faked her death. Fifth she finished her mission and returned home.”

“It was wonderful having her here again. Shame I had to end up being kidnapped.”

“Well, you have always been a light and small kinda guy Dad.”

“…This is true, but I didn’t expect that I’d be held at gun point like a punk. And then it was some big name psycho female rights group. I am not ashmed to say that I was speaking in a high pitched voice most of the time.”

“Do you remember the look on their faces when Mom broke in through the ceiling with her team and music playing?”

“Oh that, I will never forget. And not just because I was scared out of my mind. Though, they kinda ruined the “were gonna kill all men” mood when they told me my wife was alive.”

“It’s kinda amazing how she walked out with you in her arms and a hidden gunshot wound.”

“…My manliness might have taken a hit that day; but I sure didn’t care. I wish she had told me she was dying though…”

“Wanna read the letter that explains everything again? The text is getting kinda faded since you read it for days; I had to frame it or something.”

“No, no it’s alright; I’ve memorized it now. But you know she did change my life. I would probably married to some guy or alone right now. Now I have two lovely daughters, a date with a hot teacher.”


“And some sadness, pain or whatever from my resting wife. Though, my memories and family help.”

“I have to say you, put up with me and her death better than I would have suspecte-”

I grabbed his shaking hand. This was mostly to shut him up and to give that tiny gesture that I understood. Only to have it interrupted by a loud noise. Outside we could hear the sound of a horn. The blond in the crimson car waved to us and we waved back from the kitchen.

“Say, do you hear that?”

“Oh, that would be Sarah now. I’m still kinda nervous abo-“

“‘Bout if dating so soon after her death is really enough? It’s been a year; she didn’t want you to grieve forever. You know that and you read the letter. Besides, I need you out the house so my sister and I can have that double date with our boyfriends. You understand.”

“…I’ll stop complaining now. I loathe how you picked up her habit of telling me my thoughts. Next thing I know one of you girls will be deciding what plants to keep around the hous-“

“Because we know which plant you like for March. Big hint; we do. You buy the same plants year after year.”

“Well I coul-“

“No, no you wouldn’t change it up. Now go, your date has been waiting for a while and you don’t need the big speech about the birds and the bees.”

“…Why aren’t you a comedian now?”

“Because I get to check out boys all day while giving them sarcastic comments about how silly they are for taking risks with their bodies.”

A parting hug for my short father was the least I could do. The vote of confidence he didn’t need. Though, the sad puppy dog look he had for days was replaced with excitement as soon as he saw her. The grin only grew bigger as he got into the crimson Honda. The tiny wave he gave from 30 feet away to the 2 story house was just as precocious as the day I went to the dorms.



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