Jessica...the mere mention of her name makes my heart skip a beat.
She was the only girl who had complete ownership of my heart.
I met her one summer one summer while I was working at my dead-end job at a gift shop in a tourist trap. I was having a horrible day, probably because it was nearing triple digits and my boss had this thing about always having store doors open because otherwise people would think we were closed and take money elsewhere. He was correct; people are idiots like that.
I was unloading a shipment of t-shirts. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn’t hear her walk into the store. Checking off the items must have made me deaf because I didn’t hear her footsteps.
“Ahem”…she cleared her throat to get my attention.
I didn’t even look up as I replied, “Yes?”
“Are you open?”
I chuckled because I realized that just because the store doors were closed she thought we weren’t opened and so I said, “Yes.”
She didn’t understand why I chuckled and she asked, “What’s so funny?”
I started talking as I looked up to meet her eyes. All I got out of my mouth was, “Well you see…” And then I locked eyes with her eyes and I was lost. I drowned in those sparkling pools of mystery. She giggled. I stammered and tried to get to my feet but one of my legs had “fallen asleep” and I hobbled. She giggled harder. I should have been on my knees worshipping this goddess. That first image of Jessica still burns in my memory but not as much as the last.
“Sorry, it’s been a long day and I have been asked that question about a hundred times.”
“Well you could have a sign that says you are open.” After that sentence she flashed me a smile and it made me melt. My brain turned to goop.
“Yeah I suppose I should.”
“How much longer is your shift?”
“Let’s see, I’ve been hear since 9 this morning, it’s 7PM and I start college on August 20th so I’m finished August 20th.” God, I am such a fool but she laughed.
“That’s too bad, I was hoping a local could show me and my friends around tonight.”
“Well I can sleep when I am dead.”
“That’s creepy.”
“Ah, yeah but you have to forgive me because I haven’t had any sleep since the week before finals.”
“OK, I forgive you.” She then flashes me that smile and then asked, “When do you close?”
“Midnight.”
“I’ll be back by 11:30.”
I didn’t quite understand what was so special about our first conversation. I wasn’t on my game. Yet, she showed up as I was getting ready to close. In fact according to my watch it was 11:25. I closed in record time. She then said, “I think we have a problem.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m only 20.”
“Well I’ll just say you’re my wife and that way you can be in the bar.”
We went in and that was our plan. It worked and truth be told that even after only knowing this girl a few hours it did feel like she was my spouse. There was this indescribable instant connection. It wasn’t what you would call love at first sight but I just felt this instant bond.
After a few drinks Jessie said, “I think I better get back to the motel otherwise my friends may worry.”
I drove her to the Polynesian hotel and I thought that was nice because it was on my way home. I pulled into a parking space and didn’t quite know how to say goodbye. I mean we had this connection and I wouldn’t ever see her again.
“So do you want to come in?”
“Well…ugh…I…um…”
“I thought you said that you were an English minor. I figured that meant you could answer a simple question.”
“Yes?”
We walked to her suite. Her friends were inside and had been drinking.
“Jess, where were you? We’ve been worried.”
“My husband here took me out for a couple of drinks.”
“Like in a bar?”
“Yeah…in a bar.”
We sat around that night talking and exchanging the first time pleasantries. It was amazing how we just clicked. Her friends started getting sleepy so Jessie suggested we go to the lobby to continue talking.
I think that was the greatest conversation I have had in my life. Time stopped. We got to know each other. And then I noticed the sunrise. I had work in a couple of hours and she had to get ready to leave return home. We exchanged phone numbers and like a fool I held out my hand as if to shake. She laughed and reached up and hugged me. I wrapped around and hugged back. The hug then turned into a deep passionate kiss. Her lips sent electric shocks throughout every inch of my body.
I felt someone else there and sure enough there was some one getting the continental breakfast ready. We broke the kiss and both looked at each other and said, “Wow!”
I walked backwards waving goodbye thinking I would never see her again but I was wrong. A few hours into my shift, I see the goddess return. She went on and on about this strange connection that she felt she had with me and how she didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye again. We embraced and our lips locked. Looking down into her eyes as we kissed told me this girl was special.
She came back a couple days later and stayed with me for the rest of that summer. I finally felt complete after having some really bad relationships. Jessie was the one…The One.
Things got rocky when I had to move back to college and Jessie returned to her college. We both looked at ways to be closer to each other. My school offered only two majors and neither of those was Jessie’s emphasis. Her school had some of the program in which I was majoring but I wouldn’t be able to finish at the same school. She decided the best bet was to transfer to a school about a half hour from where I went and that way we would be closer and wouldn’t be separated by 6 hours.
The weekends were fun. We traded off. I went to see her one weekend and then the next she would come see me. Everything was going great. Around the first of November I get a phone call from Jessie. She was crying. I asked what was wrong and she said that she wouldn’t be able to see me at Thanksgiving because she was expected to go see family in California. I said that as long as we held each other in our hearts then we would be together. I still here her response: “Oh…Matt, I love you with all my heart. You know, I still tell people you are my husband.” I took that to heart and the next day bought an engagement ring, which I had planned to give Jessie at Christmas.
I didn’t give her the ring at Christmas. The weekend before Thanksgiving, Jessie came to see me and also to look for apartments and jobs for her move. That was one of the best weekends ever. I was so drunk on her love and affection that she gave me, a love I have yet to experience all these years later.
I prepared a speech to ask for her hand in marriage but I couldn’t get the words right. I also wanted it to be in a romantic place but I settled for something intimate like my bedroom and my couch.
We were watching some movie. I was bored with it but it had captured Jessie’s attention. We were all curled up together on my couch and I lean down and kiss her on the forehead.
“What was that for?”
“Oh I felt like I needed to show gratitude to the greatest girl in the world. You have to be the greatest to put up with me and it’s more than put up. You actually give a damn about me. I love you.”
“Aww…I love you too.”
“Jess, we’ve been together for a while now and I suppose this makes me a bad boyfriend that I don’t know the exact amount of time but I was wondering about how you might want me to ask you to marry you. Like, where would you want me to pop the question?”
“I don’t know. What are you talking about?”
“Would you want me to ask you in a public place like a restaurant or something intimate like her in my bedroom?”
“I guess I’d rather have the intimate because I wouldn’t want all those people staring.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So what would you want me to say?”
“I guess how much you love me and how I would complete you and you want to be with me forever.”
“So…Jessica, you are the most amazing woman I have ever known and the love you have shown me has made me into a new man. I love you with all my heart and soul. You were put on this earth for me. Nothing can separate us because we are meant to be. You and me, forever, Jessie…and then ask you for marriage?”
“Aw…you are going to make me cry.”
“Well it is how I feel. So after I say that, then what would you want me to do?”
“I suppose show me the ring.”
I reached behind my couch and grabbed the ring box. “How about a ring like this?”
“OH MY GOD! ARE YOU FOR REAL?”
“Jessica, will you marry me?”
“YES!”
We embraced and were engaged. It was too good to be true. I never wanted that moment to end. I was in her loving arms. I felt loved.
Jessie had to leave the next day so she could get home. I packed her car and fueled it for her. I got back and she was sitting on my couch admiring her ring.
“Matt, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
“I think the old saying is ‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder.’”
“Yes, but after Thanksgiving we’re both going to be busy with school and we won’t see each other until Christmas.”
“I know but our love is so strong that we can manage.”
We kissed and Jessie said it was time for her to leave. I walked her to her car and she started the engine and rolled down the window so we could have one last kiss. I walked back to my apartment and turned around as I watched her pull away. She turned on to a main street slowly as she waved good-bye. Sadly that was our last good bye.
As she waved and mouthed the words “I love you” a car came out of nowhere and slammed into her car. Her car flew into a light pole and was wrapped around it. I ran over to the twisted mess of metal and broken glass. There was Jessica. She was crushed. I was frantically trying to rip the door off its hinges so that I could get her out. I dug so hard that I lost fingernails on each hand.
Jessie looked up at me and coughed. Blood trickled down her cheek and out of her mouth.
“Matt?”
“I’m here, baby, don’t worry. I am going to get you out.” I heard sirens.
“Matt?”
“I’m right here, Jessie, I’m trying to get you out.”
“I love you.”
“GODDAMN! Jessie, I love you.”
“Matt, I love-“
I reached in and managed to kiss her. I heard the sirens. One last pull on the door broke it off. I pulled her free and kissed her and began weeping. Jessie was dead.
The next few months were a blur. Jessie’s parents blamed me for her death because they said I had her chasing foolish dreams. I drew into a world of depression.
I haven’t loved another like I loved Jessica. She was my one and only. I have come close but they never made me feel the way Jessie did.
Sometimes I wish I was in that car. Not that I want to die but that I seem to have cheated death on so many occasions. Like the time I went running after a deer and I slipped and my shotgun flew in the air and as it landed I heard a click but was joyed to learn it misfired when I saw the barrel pointed at my head. Oh and the time I drove my car off a thirty foot cliff. Then I can't forget the time I decided to ride my big wheel down 4 flights of stairs. Of course there was the time my dad left me in the car seat of the hood of his car and I slid off and landed head first on the curb.
I miss that girl greatly and I still wish it was me.
OK so don't be too harsh and in no way is this about anyone on Xanga.
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