ihavebeenfloated

I’ve got something special planned for the both of us tonight. The idea came to me suddenly yesterday due to an expected occurrence and it stayed with me, rattling around in my brain until I decided to follow through with it. I’m not sure whether or not it’s the most mature thing for me to do at this point, but I don’t think I’m too concerned.

She arrives and I open the door for her. I kiss her gently and act like nothing is the matter, and I suppose nothing will be the matter soon. I lead her over to the couch, and I’ve already set up two glasses of coffee and some decorated cookies just to make the scene as typical as possible. Underneath the glass of coffee is a letter I’ve written.

I say to her, “Hon, I figured since today is our two year anniversary, I’d do something special for you, so I wrote you this letter and I’d like you to read it.”

She picks up her cup of coffee and takes a sip as she grabs the letter out from underneath it. She starts to read it. It says,

_My Love,

I never thought we’d make it this far, but we have. I’ve had a wonderful two years and I hope you have, too. I look forward to many more happy years after this, as well. I never thought I could love someone as much as you, much less open myself up to someone. Before I met you, I started to feel like I’d never find anyone who’d possibly understand me or know me in any way. I thought that I was actually disappearing; the person I really was seemed to be vanishing underneath what people thought I was, but you pulled me out of that. Your love has given me strength beyond what I thought was physically and emotionally possible for me to possess.

The strength you have given me is exactly what has given me the power to do this today. I never thought that I would catch you cheating on me, but you did, much less with my best friend, of all people. I was going to ask him to be the best man at what I had hoped would be our wedding. I was going to propose to you today, but I guess that’s a little late.

You’re probably already feeling the effects of the poison I slipped into your coffee. This would have gone really badly had you not stupidly sipped the coffee before you read the letter, but since we did this dance last anniversary I knew you’d go for the coffee before you read the letter.

With all of my love, good luck on the other side._

She finishes reading it and looks at me, and I smile back at her. She tried to open her mouth, but the poison has already taken her voice. Her eyes become glassy, almost on the verge of tears, but the poison stops that before they even have a chance to release. I stand up and pull the letter out from her clenched fingers, and run my fingers through her hair. Her head rolls forward and her body almost slumps forward, but I catch my fingers in her collar and push her back so she’s leaning on the back of the couch. A gasp escapes her throat, but it’s just her lungs venting, nothing that has any meaning behind it. No last words for her, not that I think she deserves any. No chance to explain herself.