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From a very young age, I always dreamed of having a beautiful wife; as beautiful as the most captivating poetry in the world. With eyes as clear as the sunrise. That her smile would be as neat as limpid ivory. That his hands are so soft and lulling when he caresses me.
I never cared about the color of her skin, I only asked that her touch be as smooth as silk. That her body be like a Greek sculpture carved to my tastes, and that she dresses elegant, stately, and confident; like a proud bird that does not fear the cruel destinies of the world.
May she be intelligent, skillful, and shrewd in adventures. That her feelings be so good as to make me feel that everything is worthwhile. May she be understanding and cordial, and get along well with my family and friends. That my parents say she is wonderful and for no reason let her go, and that my friends feel comfortable just being in her presence.
I have envisioned this perfection for a long time, and have found no one who even resembles her in even one attribute; no one, except Buffy.
I met her outside a popular coffee shop. She was sitting, quietly sipping her coffee. She was wearing a yellow dress like the color of daisies. Her wavy brown hair swayed in the wind gracefully; perfectly revealing her neck and sensuous shoulders.
She wore sunglasses and an elegant white linen hat. I stood there staring at her from the other sidewalk like a statue, not caring that time wadventuresor that I was being looked at strangely.
She fixed her face towards me. My body began to tremble as if on an electric impulse. A smile was all it took for my feet, involuntarily as in a spell, to go towards her. I started to cross the street and, in the middle of it, I was almost run over. I felt clumsy and out of my mind, while the man who almost ran me over was shouting at me and I was only apologizing with my head down in shame.
Suddenly, I spotted a pair of beautiful feet adorned by a pair of white sandals in front of me. Oh, those calves! They looked so limpid and smooth. I looked up further until I could make out her beautiful face. I didn't know what to say, my throat turned into a lump. She grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the mess I had made.
We talked for a while, she introduced herself with her name and I with mine. She gave me her hand, and as she did, I felt like I had fallen in love with her. Her skin felt like a stream of soft sheets, I wasted no time and asked for her contact number.
She took off her glasses and gave me one last look that day. Her eyes were like dawn, with little sparkles falling like dust. After giving me her number, she gracefully walked away until she was lost in the corner of a building.
My heart was blinded with happiness, and without wasting much time, I asked Buffy for a first date, she accepted and from that moment on we started dating more. I realized that her qualities were extraordinary; much better than I expected. She was a very intelligent woman, with diverse topics of conversation. She was uninhibited in telling me things, and that was how we established a powerful trust. The only topic she didn't like to bring up was her family, which I respected because I didn't want her to be uncomfortable.
Buffy made me very happy, I had never met anyone like her. Her feelings were as beautiful as her whole physical appearance. I couldn't stand it anymore, after months of a relationship, I bowed to her in the middle of the apartment with a ring in my hands. Her eyes lit up in a snap revealing a great surprise. It seemed like a magical moment, until, an unexpected situation cruelly crumbled everything.
There was a knock at the door, I got up and went to see who it was. In front of me stood a man with a black hat, pronounced face, sunken eyes, and bushy beard, who was holding a grey-lidded pot.
"Good afternoon, excuse me, is Buffy in?" said the stranger.
"Who's looking for her?"
"I'm her father," replied the man in a firm tone.
"Father!" exhaled Buffy. "Don't tell me that..."
"Yes, sweetheart, today is the day..." the older man blurted out, generating tension in the air.
"Baby, what's going on?" I asked Buffy worriedly.
She walked over to me, she held my face tenderly fixing her saddened eyes on mine.
"I'm sorry..." She conjured. I didn't understand anything.
Suddenly, like a broken mirror, his body began to gradually crumble leaving shards of glass piling up on the floor. "I love you," was the last thing he said to me before his face vanished.
I was dumbfounded, I knelt in front of the pile of glass that was once my girlfriend not knowing what to say. I was confused, amazed and saddened.
"What...? What was she?" I asked the old man without looking away from the crystals.
"The most beautiful woman who ever walked the face of the earth," he replied, then began to gather the crystals inside the jar and finally handed it to me.
"Keep it, she really loved you. I think it's only fair," he asserted.
I hugged the jar so tightly that at one moment I thought it would break in my arms. I broke down in intense tears, lying on the floor; frustrated and in agony. I could not believe that I had lost the woman of my life.
The next day, I decided to give her a funeral; it was so early in the morning that the sun had not even risen. I went to a mountain I had always wanted to take Buffy to, but hadn't been able to. I placed the jar with her remains near an edge and laid on my back to mourn.
I hadn't realized it at the time, but something fantastic was happening behind me. The vase was touched by the flashes of the newly awakened sun and this caused it to shatter. It turned to crystal dust, which began to accumulate and quickly took its original shape again. The din of my crying distracted me until I felt a smooth, soft hand on my left cheek.
THE END
