Tsunami Across My Heart

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Author: Marissa Elizabeth Stone
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only wanted to be together?
    Thursday was almost a week that we’d hardly been apart and he was leaving the next morning. I had scarcely thought of David in days, and didn’t answer the phone if I heard his voice on the answering machine. No matter the intensity of the previous year, he’d made his choice, and I needed to move on.
    “I’m going to miss you terribly Eric.” I said from the bed watching him get dressed his last morning with me. After only a few days it seemed like a natural every day event to have him in my life. I wanted to cry but hid it. “I wish you lived here, with me.”
    “I want you to come and see me. Can you come to California ? I have two more weeks of business trips, but I’m planning to go to a Rugby Tournament at the end of April. Can you make it then? We’ll drive up Highway 1 along the coast and stop in Carmel and Monterey . It will be beautiful. Just like you.”
    “I can’t think of any place I’d rather be. Yes, I’ll come to see you.”

Chapter 6
    A week or so after Eric left, I walked into the tower lobby and to the row of mail boxes. My good friend Vanessa was there gathering her mail.
    “Girrrrl, how are you doing? What have you been up to this week? Have you heard from Eric yet?”
    Our skin was the same exact color though at the time I considered myself to be slightly tan, and others considered Vanessa to be “black” which was always the strangest thing to me, how we could be the same color but considered two different races. She was in perfect shape, adventurous, gorgeous, and had the most beautiful face. Men fell at her feet yet she scarcely had any idea how stunning she was. She looked identical to Vanessa Williams of Miss America Scorned fame, and people always thought they were one and the same when we were shopping together and they happened to hear me say her name. It was always fun to let them think that she was the Vanessa Williams.
    “Hey Woman! Yes, we’ve talked twice this week. He’s traveling all over the place, and he says he has a little surprise for me. How is your Love?”
    “Oh Sammy? He’s fine, he’s fine. You know I dog him every day of his life, treat him terribly and have broken his young heart three times over. I have no idea what made him be such a glutton for punishment… But, what’s a girl to do, hmmmmm?”
    “Vanessa, I do not know what we’re going to do with you. I confess that I just do not know.” I laughed as I opened the tiny little box that held my monthly bills and saw an oddly shaped envelope set at an angle across the box. “Looks like something interesting is in here….” I sang.
    “Move over woman and let me see, you can’t keep all the juicy romance a secret for yourself!”
    I pulled out this gorgeous hand cut card. Delicate roses expanded into a three dimensional dance of pink, cream pearls, ribbon and lace. I’d really never seen a card like that before.
    “I saw this and thought it was just as special as you are. I can’t wait to see you again. ~ Eric”
    I delighted in its delicate performance, the way the card choreographed a danced as I opened the card wide and its three dimensions deepened, cascaded, blossomed and then settled into romantic bliss. I fell for him all over again. In a time before Caller ID and Email, there was a certain exhilaration to opening the mailbox, or the flashing of the answering machine and the relief that he was going to redeem my broken heart over the loss of David.
    “Marissa that is the most beautiful card I’ve ever seen. You must be so happy!” Vanessa sighed as she moved towards the elevator. “Hey, are you going to be ready to run in fifteen minutes? You don’t want that butt to start sagging now do you?”
    “Oh no. Oh no. We can’t let that happen. I’ve got to go pay the rent. I’ll come up to get you just as soon as I get changed. Tell Sammy I said ‘Hey’.”

Chapter 7
    While Eric was consistently attentive, there were disappointments for me too. He

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