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Can’t Live Without You
My Future Bride
It’s a meeting I dreaded. This can’t continue. The time has come to break it off with my white girlfriend.
I pull behind her sports car. I get out of my car. She approaches. Crystal looks as if she just walked off a Van Halen music video shoot.
The video vixen has big 80's hair, teased to perfection. She dons an aqua blue spandex dress which hugs her gorgeous body; her light blue stilettos add 6 inches to the amazing Amazon.
Crystal stands a fetching 6 feet 2. Her dress falls just below her fabulous fanny. We are literally face-to-face.
One look into those soft, sweet, sensual eyes. I think how could I knowingly volunteer and request never to get lost in them again? Her baby blues are blue. They possess an aura of sadness. She seems to know what’s coming.
I take her hands. She blinks, crocodile tears streamed down her face. I kiss the back of her hand, she walks into my arms. We embrace.
She holds me so tight it’s as if death will ensue if she releases her grip. I’m her life jacket in a sea of swirling emotions. Crystal buries her mouth into my shoulder, which muffles her cries.
