15 October 2013
Sam talked to me today!
Me.
He smiled at me. His heart tugging smile that makes it too hard to breathe.
And I touched him. His skin. Warm. Alive.
I'm literally shaking writing this. If there hadn't been witnesses, I would've sworn I hallucinated the whole thing.
So, yes… I followed him to the centre again today and like any devoted future husband would. I grabbed a visitor pass and enrolled in his class. Knitting.
Knitting, of all things.
But God, he makes anything look magical.
He turns the complicated into child's play, and the boring into wonder. Teaching isn't what he does. It's who he is.
Then chaos.
Some deranged creep lunged at my Sammy.
And before he could even panic, I moved.
I didn't think. I couldn't.
I acted.
I was fully prepared to sacrifice this body to tear that monster apart limb by limb, because nobody touches my love and survives. But Sam… my sweet, heroic Sam… stopped my hand mid-swing.
The moment his palm wrapped around my wrist, I felt goosebumps in places that shouldn't even be legal. I leaned into it, I couldn't help it.
And my face brushed his chest.
Firm. Solid. Warm.
He smelled like sun and effort and everything divine. Is this what it feels like to be under a spell? Under his control... I felt so liberated that I cried. I felt my brain breathe and heart untangle. I know what peace feels like now.
Then he leaned down to me, lips so close to my ear that I could hear his breath shaking. And he whispered to me:
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
I couldn't speak. My tongue forgot the alphabet. My brain forgot how to function.
So I just nodded, pathetically.
And he smiled at me.
A bright, wide, painfully beautiful smile.
"Thank you for saving me."
Then he hugged me.
For one second.
One glorious second.
And I died.
I died and ascended.
But let me be clear here and now that I saw Sam's forgiving face when the security guard escorted him out of the class... That lunatic is going to rot behind bars. And his wife? And his slutty, naughty life partner?
She'll regret ever imagining she had a chance with my man.
Sam said he didn't even know the woman. It was even his first class with adults in.
Didn't notice when she groped him.
Of course he didn't — purity blinds him.
Because, for some reason? I kept remembering when I followed him to the church with my fever and all... I can even testify in court on how serious this is- he was groped right in front of me and even when he was uncomfortable, he didn't voice it and they simply didn't care enough.
But enough with the bad vibes...
He ate the food I made him!
Every last bite.
He even left a note in the container:
"My turn!"
You tell me-
what more could God possibly give me at this point?
I've already reached heaven.