Cherie – Chapter 29 – Darker the Berry Part 2

“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, Cherie.”

Previously on Phicklephilly:

At this point I’m glad I have drawn my massive blue curtains so my neighbors aren’t losing their shit from what they are about to witness. This aging gentleman throttling this beautiful young black girl in his bed for the next twelve hours.

So after the massage, she’s primed and ready to roll. But there is something else…

I tell her that I know that she didn’t want anything for Valentine’s Day and she knows I don’t want anything. Cherie never wants anything from me. Just wants to be with me. We haven’t celebrated anything except our love in so many ways, and we’re doing it right. Life isn’t about stuff. Stuff and gifts is something you do to as an obligation for some empty holiday. Most of that crap was invented by advertising agencies to generate income for corporations. (Do your homework people) That’s not what real love is. Real love doesn’t want anything. You are satisfied with who you’re with because they’re a good match for you.

When I started this journey, I never thought I’d be here. I didn’t know that would happen. I just wanted to document what happened to me in my past relationships that failed in this fair city. I never thought I’d fall in love again, and I never thought it would be this glorious.

I go over to one of my dressers and pull out an elegant white box. I reiterate that Valentine’s Day has passed and I saw her before that but not on the day. I again tell her I want nothing from her because she gives me so much good love and that’s enough. I lay the box on the bed and tell her I felt compelled to get her a little something. It’s been two years since I’ve had a girlfriend and she’s so amazing I HAD to get her something.

She seems really surprised and delighted. She opens it and it is a very expensive set of lingerie. I know her sizes and it will look amazing on her.

Cherie LOVES it. She’s so grateful. She says that she’s so happy she could cry. I tell her there’s no reason for tears and please just accept it and maybe wear it for me or whenever.

I had to get her something. I couldn’t be without love for two years and not get my new love a little sexy something for my baby on Valentine’s Day.

I had to do it. I’m a giver and Cherie has been so incredible in my resurrection back into the world of romance where I belong it almost doesn’t do her love justice, but I had to do something!

I feel her pleasure at this small sweet token and her reaction justifies why I love this woman so much. The girl who wants nothing and only gives of herself so perfectly. (tearing up as I write this)

I’m amazed at my good fortune. This lovely girl absolutely loves me unconditionally and I feel the same. She’s so easy to be around an I’m happy when we’re together. All of the stuff we do is always sweet and happy. She is a nymphomaniac and the only thing that’s keeping her from being a sex addict or a whore is loyalty and self-esteem. I’m on the receiving end of that all day long. She lives an hour away. I still get to have time alone and with my friends and everybody, but she’s still my girlfriend and my number one.

Michelle and I worked together. (See: Michelle – A Brand New Day) Annabelle had a crazy schedule because she was crazy and disorganized and didn’t know who she was. (See: Annabelle – 2013 to 2014 – Nice to Meet You) On the other hand Cherie has her whole week and life mapped out on a weekly basis. She has stability and I like that. She has her whole next semester and medical school planned as well. She’s either going to be a neuroscience doctor for pediatric medicine or she’ll teach it at a university.

We tore each other apart tonight. Cherie truly is my match. I have never in my life (and I’ve been in 3 bands) had a woman who is more sexually focused and driven in my life. Her target is me. Our sex is more amazing than can I describe in this little blog. She’ll arrive at 9pm and will collapse at midnight. If she needs to be on an 8am train back to Children’s Hospital I will be raped at 4:30am by her.

Last night I had the most joyous sex I’ve ever had in my life. I’ve been a hypersexual since childhood, so maybe I’ve finally met my Queen.

Cherie needs to be on an 8:05 train back to the hospital. So we get up at 6am and get ourselves together and head out to breakfast. We hit the Midtown Diner like always. Breakfast is fast, cheap and open 24 hours.

I’m looking at her across the table and we know what happened. We are now more in love and deeply connected that we’ve ever been. We know it.

“Can I tell you something Cher?”

“Yea sure baby anything…”

“Everybody wants this.”

“What, delicious breakfast?”

“What we have. Everybody in the whole world wants what we have right now. But its ours. There are people with enough riches to make Solomon blush, but they can’t buy this feeling.”

“I know…”

“They all want the feeling of being in love that we have right now. “They can take all the trips and have all the fun they want but they would trade it all if they could have what we have right now with each other. It’s powerful and rare, and we have it and I want to hold onto it for as long as I can. No matter what heartache or problems you have, this is the greatest feeling that everyone wants.

“I know it; to fall in love…” she says softly.

That’s it. That’s everything. The most powerful thing in the universe. To have that easy feeling and that’s tender love and fiery sex with the one you truly love is breathtakingly elegant.

Yet some, like my last girlfriend squandered it because they don’t even know what it is.

“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, Cherie.” (I’m getting misty writing this about her)

The rest is just mortgage or rent, bills, work, kids and all that other shit you have to do to survive.

“I love you so much, Cherie.”

“I love you more…”

She can always one up me…. my love.

After breakfast, ($20! yay!) I get her to her train. Parting is always such sweet sorrow. But I got to at least sit and have breakfast with my sweet lovely girl. I got to discuss with her how important our relationship is to me and what this kind of love means to me and to humanity.

Me writing again. Finally. A blog about dating a bunch of crazy women and fun experiences has become a document to my love and admiration of a wonderful woman who has taken a chance with her heart on a guy like me.

The train pulls from the station and through the window she blows me a kiss. I watch as the train barrels down the tracks back to her home. My queen kidnapped again. She’ll work the next ten hours following doctors around and taking care of patients. I’ll go home and nap for two hours and then run the salon from open to close.

I am sobbing as I write these words….

Life is beautiful.

We are one inside these walls. Undercover.

 

 

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