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What a vision my memory holds. I
can remember the night we first
met. The music was playing, the
waves breaking nearby and the
moon shinning. Yes, I recall it
shinning directly upon you. The
silver threads of moonlight beaming
off your hair and face. Illuminating
you like a shinning star, standing
out from all the rest. When you
looked over my way, our eyes met
and I was sure that smile was an
invitation to begin a relationship
that would last the rest of our lives.
You were so beautiful, I became
self conscious that you would not
find someone like me, just an
ordinary guy, someone that could
hold a place in your heart. Laughing
now, I remember going over and
saying, "Hi, I'm Jerry, Its a beautiful
night isn't it?" You smiled and
agreed, "Oh yes, I love the ocean
and a cool summer's night breeze.
The stars are an invitation to reach
out, search your dreams and feel
that anything is possible. Oh by
the way my name is Brenda."
Great I am thinking. She is sharing
her thoughts and even her name
with me. Life is good and I am the
luckiest man in the world right now.
We talked for what seemed like
hours and as the music played
we found ourselves in each others
arms dancing. There was
something so wonderful and
powerful happening that I was
speechless. I could see the
same in her. We looked into each
others eyes, I reached out and
touched her cheek and my
lips found hers. Oh how weak I
felt at that moment. Every part
of my body was lost to the
incredible feeling that even to
this day I am still unable to describe.
As the night came to a close she
told me she had to go but, "Here
let me give you this. It has my
phone number. I would really
like to see you again, so please
call me and we can again dream
amongst the stars. Eagerly, I
took the card and put it in my
pocket. No doubt here that I
would not call again. Only how
long I could hold out without
calling! I mean lets face it, later
tonight or first thing tomorrow
would definately be too soon. I
had to find some way to compose
myself. I said, "Goodnight and
thank you for a wonderful
evening." Kissed her and
watched her leave. Oh, I stood
there for the longest time even
after she was out of sight. The
memory of her in my mind
was still mesmerizing.
After a few days (of which I drove
myself crazy talking myself into
not calling her to seem too
desperate) I dialed the number.
To my surprise, a man answered.
I asked, "May I speak to Brenda
please?". His reply was quite
abrupt. "Brenda is not here and
who are you?" I stumbled for an
answer and could only say, "My
name is Jerry and.." Before I
could say anything else, he replied,
"Well, Jerry huh? Look don't call
here no more. I don't know how
you got this number but don't
call no more, you understand?"
and then he hung up.
I was shocked into disbelief. Who
was this guy and why did he
answer Brenda's phone?
Confused I waited and called
several other times only to hang
up when this man answered
again and again. I remember the
heartfelt sorrow. This beautiful
woman, the moonlight beauty
who captured my heart and
made me believe that dreams
come true. I had nothing left
but the memory of her face and
a card with her name and number.
A number that was useless.
Who was this man? Was I never
to see her again?
Brenda Chapter Two
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