Bleeding Hearts and Bullet Wounds

She was a wonderful liar. Someone who could ask for the clothes right off your back and you’d give them to her without question. In time you would come to see that she never really loved you, and when she noticed her charm wearing off, she’d leave you without a second thought. Just an empty pocketed man holding his bleeding heart, wondering where he went wrong.

I suppose I should start at the beginning, when I met Faith Sawyer. Boy, it was the fall of ‘09 when the leaves were just starting to fall and the cold crisp air stung your uncovered cheeks. Things seemed simple back then and I was without a care in the world, save for my grocery bag job and a small studio apartment with my two guinea pigs, Hamzel and Greta.

I was strolling though the park, on my usual route to the bagel shop on the corner of W Minster and Ferdone when I saw her. It’s hard to explain what I saw in her back then but the feeling was pure bliss when I walked past. She smelled of coconut and a hint of some spice I couldn’t place, but from the moment I saw her I knew she was the one.

Little did I know she was a sin come back to haunt me.

Fast forward a couple weeks and I’d almost forgotten about her when she waltzes into the local Barnes and Nobles on 5th Street where I now currently work, having quit my grocery shop job a week earlier. Either she was stalking me or I was lucky because she began to talk to me, asked me question on where to get a job and who was the best author I’d ever come across.

We exchanged phone numbers and parted ways, me thinking she’d never call, and her with the biggest smile on her face; as if she had just scored one million dollars. I was on top of the world when I got off work that day, smiling ear to ear and listening to “Don’t Worry Be Happy” by Bob McFerrin on repeat the whole drive home.

I got back to my apartment and almost immediately she texted “how ‘bout dinner Friday?” I sat on the floor of Hamzel and Gretas playpen floor in awe for about fifteen minutes before I responded “You betcha!” Immediately slapping my forehead because of that answer, “You betcha,” who even says that anymore?

Friday came and I dressed in my Sunday best because they were the only clean clothes I could find. After feeding Hamzel and Greta, I drove over to her supposed apartment to pick her up. Faith Sawyer came out in a peach sundress with bright red heels and dark maroon lipstick that made her warm honey skin glow even more. Not a hair was out of place and not a blemish to be seen, I was in awe and couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

I was a nervous wreck all of dinner, almost spilling wine on the lovely dress of the angel sitting across from me, and then choking on my tiramisu. Both of those times not once did she seem upset, no, Faith Sawyer laughed and laughed until she too was hiccuping from almost choking as well. It was a dream come true and we made plans to see each other again on Friday.

TBC…

I really hope you all liked my beginning story and I will be sure to keep writing for you all!