I must confess that a year ago for the second time I had an affair.
I was smitten with my new love. He promised to give me the moon and the stars, he further promised that he would take me back home where I belong and would ensure an eternity of happiness and joy.
He was everything a heart desires, he was tall, dark and irresistible, he was soft spoken but carried a big stick, he was educated, suave and very successful, he stands alone at his line of work, there is no one else like him in the entire universe.
The first time I saw with him, our encounter lasted only five days. After I realized that I had to go back to my husband and son we parted ways, but not before he promised he would come back and once again he would swipe me off my feet. I came back to my family and for almost four years I longed for him.
Then, my second encounter took place. As he had promised, once again he came back for me, and as promised, again he swiped me off my feet. Before I knew what happened, I was resting my head on his chest where I felt safe. His embrace was loving and reassuring, for seventeen day I was loved and protected by him. I noticed that without any warning he would leave me alone at the place where we set up residence, he never explained where he was or where he was going, I didn't care as I knew that he would always come back to me. I also had the knowledge that his line of work was very demanding and as a result of how much I loved him, I never said anything to him.
For seventeen days I didn't care about those who loved me. I ignored their pleas to come back. For seventeen days I ignored my family, my most beloved sister and friend, my friends and everyone that I have ever known. While resting my head on his chest, through his robe, I could see my husband waiting for me and longing for my company. I could see the pain on his and my son's soul, and I could feel the loneliness of my true loves. I knew my soul sister had been calling me every day, sometimes twice a day, I could hear her voice on the other side of the phone, but even though I saw them all and I heard all their pleas, through the shroud of peace and silence I was experiencing with my love, I knew everyone was told in no uncertain terms that I was not coming back.
The love of my husband, my son, and my soul sister to name only a few, was so great and was such, that I had to end the affair once more. With a heavy heart I said goodbye to my love. He once again promised to come back, there is no way that I can stop him from coming to take me away. When he comes back I will look into his face and call him by his name. Gently he will take me away, I will not be able to avoid him again, because you see, he has one name, and that name is Death.
Claudia Arevalo-Lowe © 2004
Shortly after my beloved wife and I were married, I noticed something strange. Occasionally she disappeared for short periods of time without explanation. When she returned, she was breathless and pale, sometimes so much so that I was worried for her health. She went on like this for years, sometimes for brief periods of time, and occasionally for days on end.
As time went by, I began to suspect she was having an affair.
At first the signs were easily ignored. Like all cuckolded husbands, I didn't want to believe what my eyes were seeing. And as is usual in such instances, it was obvious to all.
One day my love left my side for five days, and this time I could no longer ignore what my senses had been shouting at me. My wife was indeed having an affair.
I had glimpsed this being before, and I knew him well. I knew that his charm and wit were not to be denied. And I knew that underneath that slick exterior lay a demon from the deepest depths of Hell, a dark and sinister being without scruples, morals or ethics. I knew that my wife was under a spell and could not see his true nature, and I understood that I had to go to extremes to return her to my side.
I followed her and spoke the magic words, the only magic that I knew at the time. I whispered quietly into her ear as she lay sleeping, deep in a trance, "dear, if you leave me I will marry a blonde".
The spell was powerful indeed, and she returned to me that day. Imagine, the nerve, me, her love, marrying a blonde!
But the dark visitor was still nearby, whispering sweet things into her ear whenever he could. As the years went by, I could see that my love was again falling for his charm.
This time, though, her lover had learned and had laid his plans well. He swept my beloved off her feet and spirited her away for almost a month.
I knew that my spells would not be enough, even though I had gained much knowledge in the intervening years. I tried everything I had learned without avail, and I realized I would need help. I called to a friend, and he came to my aid. We donned our battle armor, unsheathed our swords and descended into the depths of Hell itself to find my lady. A few words of kindness from my friend and the dark demon fled in dismay. My lovely wife returned to my side, weak and unsteady, but with a newfound resolve.
A few more years went by. Our love grew beyond that which was thought possible in the mortal realms, so great that I thought my very heart would burst. Yet I sensed the visitor was not far away, never far from her side. I could smell the brimstone and I saw the effects on her. She again left for short periods, and returned breathless, pale and weak.
I worked long hours, using all of the skills that I had learned, to keep the demon at bay. I toiled day and night, worried to my wits end, to keep my love from returning to her affair.
As time went by, I thought I had succeeded at long last. With much effort and skill, she turned away from her lover and back to her true love, her husband, best friend and soul-mate. The decision made, her skin glowed and her happiness radiated from every pore.
Until a dark and dreadful day when the visitor returned. He wasted no time, and within a few brief hours had spirited my wife away. He had learned much in those years - he had learned to be fast.
This time her lover wasted not a second. He picked up my wife and carried her off to his domicile, closing and locking a massive steel gate behind him. I ran after her as fast as I could, I screamed at the visitor to let her go. All was for naught. He was too powerful, too enticing and too fast.
I knew that my best friend in the entire universe was gone. Lost to her lover --- that lover whose name is Death.
Richard Lowe © 2005
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