Pillows-Personal Narrative

Pillows
It was a stormy, Tuesday night at ‘Walmart’. I walked into the store looking for one thing, and one thing only. A couple minutes passed and then I saw her. I instantly thought she was the one and no one else could satisfy my desperate needs for her. As I walked into aisle 5 I noticed I was not the only one after her. I was insistent that she was going to be mine, so I fought hard and strong for her. The fight felt like it lasted days and nights, but it truly only was about 5 minutes. Fighting for her was challenging, but at last she was mine, I walked up to her and took her to the register. I payed $14.87 for her (including tax), but to me, she was priceless. I looked into her eyes on a Friday night at 9:30 p.m. I was beginning to
I just sat there for 15 minutes spacing out until she slapped me in the face and walked away, at that moment I knew she liked me. The next day I told all my friends, they all said the same thing “It was just a coincidence”, I thought otherwise. The next morning I walked up to her and asked her how her day was. She responded with “Good” while yawning. I could tell she had a rough time falling asleep last night. Almost like a weight was on top of her the entire night. I took her to the movies that night and we watched ‘Minions”. The movie was 1 hour and 47 minutes, after the movie we went to ‘Potbelly’s’ on a romantic date. After that we headed to my house, things were starting to get serious. I walked up into my room and found her already lying on the bed, she was in a short red nightgown. We start talking and she tells me how romantic the movie and the dinner was. We laid down in bed together and watched cartoons for a while until we both
The only reason it lasted this long is because I did not want to take the risk. Something inside me finally cracked, I decided to take the ultimate risk. I am going to clean the love of my life in a questionable way. I took preliminary precautions that I would have normally never done, for example putting in bath salts, child friendly bubbles, and of course brushes. Just before I cleaned her she said one last thing that I may never forget, “This may be the end of my life, but may our relationship exist forever.” The next day I moaned and cried for hours, that day I wanted to go hide, escape reality, or do something. Although I could not let this happen, things are meant to happen, and they all happen for a reason. This tragedy acted as a coming of age to me, I decided that I need to go out into the world and meet people. Although I was too sad to let this happen, all I thought was “WWWHHHYYYYYY.” Then the thought dawned on me, a thought so meaningful it was like I was being brought back to life, ‘she’ was just a