My Story of a Man: Excerpt

                         We all congratulated him with his earnest efforts. He was the best man a man could possibly be.  He tried so hard to protect, to help America get back on its feet.  If the White House needed a perimeter check he did it.  He was perfect for her and they were made for each other.  He never expected himself to get so emotional.   She thought she’d never fall apart.  They didn’t know what love was until they were exhausted from trying to be there with each other; from trying to love day after day and connect between their busy schedules.  He was all she ever wanted.  He was so handsome.  He gave her little pieces of him which could have made her happy for years.  In essence, they weren’t legally married but Oh at Heart, Oh at Heart ; They Were.  Nothing and no one could replace that.  She wasn’t quite sure about what was in her near future but she didn’t care as long as they kept each other safe and had love between them.  Noone  could have asked for something more sentimental.  Sometimes she realized it may not be safe, but she knew he would try and protect her and she wanted to be his equal; to do just the same.  He was so damned near perfect for her it wasn’t even funny and if someone hurt him she’d cry long nights without knowing the uncertainty of the somewhat odd events that developed before her.  Nonetheless, she’d hunt them with no recognition and ascertain the facts of his safety were in good stand.  She didn’t care how much rage someone had because she also knew they’d have passion.  Which is something she could relate with anyone on any basis.  Many of her friends would ask who she was with.  Why she would refuse to see them.  The human population among her was so bad about certain things that it wasn’t always safe.  And yet, her Love; he fitted into her goals.  People would get so jealous and hateful at work.  She had just wished since they were young kids they’d known the pain they were digging themselves into by the way they had acted.  And then there was her and him, not the others.  She’d tell her close girlfriends that she was married to Elmo and they always used to laugh at her.  It was her master plan of having fun while teasing them about who she was with while not quite being honest about it.  Because all the girls she was ever around always got jealous and tried to steal her man/men.  Yes, she had a select few guy friends but that didn’t replace him at all in her heart.  So many adventures had led her up to this.  The love, the long singing nights, the friends she had made along the way.  Yes, no one in a million years could replace him.  He had protected her once, met her twice, and yes he loved her just as much as she passionately loved him.