Love You (to Death)

“She is crazy!”

I knew what he meant. She used to badger him all the time about how much she loved him. And that was day one of their relationship. David didn’t understand how attached that girl used to be to him until she finally cracked.

He tried to put her down easy. He tried every trick in the book to break it off with her until she met me. He was happy that her crazy way of loving someone was shifted from him. “Good riddance!” He would always say. I enjoyed her company so I didn’t mind stealing her away from him. That was about a year ago and I had asked him to accompany me to find the perfect anniversary gift for her.

“As long as it isn’t a gun or knife…” He always said that. She had plenty, to be sure, but she enjoyed almost every gift I have given her throughout the past year so I wanted to be sure to get something extra special.

“Hey, there is her favorite album!”

Type O Negative’s ‘October Rust’. I had come to find out that between me and her I was a bigger fan than she had been. But this particular album, or one song honestly, spoke volumes to her. So I picked it up.

Flash forward to the day of our anniversary. Andrea was coming to my little apartment. I had everything set up. Disc in the player, her favourite flower petals, burnt as incense then cooled, were laid along the hallway to the bedroom. Her favorite meal and desert finished. I even had the most glorious ring sitting in my leather jacket’s pocket.

I was ready. I answered as she knocked on my door. Inviting her in, I lead her to the dining room table. Her face, normally the color of freshly fallen snow underneath a roof of black, was lit with fevered red all over her cheeks and her black painted lips turned to the brightest smile I have ever seen her give. She knew, and I knew she would. Some of this cliché usually sends these messages to women.

As our forks laid down from finishing the feast I had prepared, I secretly hit play on the stereo. Soon, I could hear the song play, and her face got even brighter. I picked her up and we danced in a slow pattern for a minute until the song reached the perfect spot.

“Aaahh, let me love you…
Tooooo…”

I knelt before her, pulling my surprise from my pocket and sang with the song.

“Aaaahh, let me love you…
Tooooo…. Death…”

She clutched my right hand tightly as her mascara began to run. Her face melting into sobs and joy as she took the ring and slid it onto her finger. We danced through the rest of the song before I swept her off her feet, leading down the path of burnt flowers fallen. As “Be My Druidess” began, she finally answered my question with a resounding “Yes!”

She might have been crazy to David, but she was my perfect woman, my greatest wish and the one I wanted to love until death.

Okay, this was originally supposed to turn sour, but I have tears in my eyes from this one. I felt the ending was beyond perfect despite the fact that she was originally designed to go psycho at the end.

Have a beautiful week and if someone pulled this kind of stunt for you, love them to death too!