He had not been expecting a letter. He
had written so many to her, and maybe in the beginning he had hoped
for a response, even a form letter, but there was nothing. Well, she
was busy; already 15 films and countless television
appearances on her resume, and she had made it to the highest
pinnacle of the A-list. She must have millions of fans, all writing
to tell her how beautiful she was, how talented, how entrancing.
And yet, even though his letters had so
much competition, he knew they would stand out to her; they had an
undeniable connection, the two of them. He could feel it the very
first time he saw her, in a scene from her first big movie. It was
like she was looking right at him, speaking only to him, not to the
so-called leading man who would only abandon her, both in the movie
and later, in real life. She had looked so gorgeous and innocent,
standing on a hilltop overlooking the ocean, her pale skin
luminescent and her cascade of strawberry-blonde curls limned in the
golden light of the setting sun. It was the perfect movie setting,
but he knew they would one day be back at that very same place in the
real world, together. We will have our time, he knew, and he
signed all of his letters to her with this assurance.
It must bring her comfort to know that,
he thought, because she had been having some trying times, lately:
the breakup of her marriage to that Hollywood “golden boy”, the
loss of the baby, the press hounding her for all of the intimate
details of her life. He ached to provide a safe harbor for her, and
he knew as soon as he received the long-awaited sign from her, he
would be ready to take her to that hilltop overlooking the sea, where
the sun was golden at sunset and the breeze blew gently. He would
take her in his embrace and they would fall together, dropping
through the welcoming water into the next world, where they would be
together forever in love and happiness. He had related this wonderful
scene to her in detail in the last several letters.
He looked around his dingy apartment,
which was already beginning to fade from view, to be replaced with
the lovely green grass, the gentle, salt-scented wind, her shining
hair and sparkling eyes, the feel of her slender, warm arms
encircling his waist as they stepped into eternity together…the
sign from her had come; he was holding it in his hands even now. He
fancied he smelled a faint scent of her perfume on the paper. Because
of all the unwanted attention, she had chosen to disguise the letter
as being from a law firm, but her name leaped from the page to his
eyes immediately. The words “cease and desist” and “stalking”
tumbled before his sight; they were meaningless jargon to cover her
true message from the prying eyes that were everywhere. This was
the sign!
He ran excitedly to gather his things
for the trip: The street address of her home, complete with
directions and satellite and street images, all provided by the
trusty internet. He had also obtained her itinerary and was able to
work out her schedule, as well as the information he needed about her
security detail. He didn’t want their first meeting to be
disturbed. He imagined how she would look, stunned at first, perhaps,
that her message had brought him so far so quickly, then relief and
delight would wash across her lovely face as she realized that she
was finally safe and complete, with him.
We will have our time, he
thought, finally!
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