Read about the Easter Egg first… this will make more sense.
It was spring quarter of her fresheman year in college. Everything was beautiful. Everyone was beautiful. The ring on her left finger was beautiful. The easter memories of her engagement were beautiful LIFE was beautiful. Well, not EVERYthing. School work was hard and seemed so unimportant in light of her upcoming wedding. More than that – work was no fun. She knew that her cashier job at the Winn Dixie was only temporary but it was a way to save for their life together and the more she worked the more she could put away for them. On the other hand, the more she worked the less time she had to spend with him. He was working hard and long also. Ah yes…. him! She couldn’t help but hearing that song again… blue eyes smiling at me, nothing but blue eyes do I see. Yes, life was beautiful.
Of course she was still young and missing hanging out with her friends. All the other cashiers were hanging out with the bag boys and stock clerks in the break-room, she would thumb through the bridal magazines but still listen in to their playful fun. The sudden cheer at the door as another worker came in, drew her attention to the door. Oh… just him – she’d seen him around, easy on the eyes, she flashed a smile and went back to her magazine. There seemed to be a bit of playful jeering toward the stock guy and for some reason she felt a bit embarrased causing her to leave quickly. Over the next couple of weeks the stock guy would come through her line several times a shift, always parked next to her and seemed in general to always be in her presence. It was no-big-deal, they were becoming friends and had several mutual friends. The blue-eyed love of her life working late hours left her alone after her shift and she found comfort in her new friends.
Then one day in early May she took her usual magazine to the break room. Oddly the room was empty except for a single red rose on a table. It’s beauty called to her and the fragrance had already filled the room – she was completely shocked to see the card addressed to her. It couldn’t be? ahhhh – he did it again, surprised her again, all of these ways that he showed his love. The tears pooled in her green eyes as she opened the card. What? This makes no sense…. she read it over and over but her mind just couldn’t wrap around the meaning of the words. And him? Why this guy? Why would he send this flower?
The card simply read: I know you think you are happy but there is so much more in life for you. Let me SHOW you more in life – think hard about your future. …. stock guy…
Her heart pounded in her chest. Why would someone say that? Why would anyone dare to assume her happiness? …she would talk to him and straighten it out…. but the beautiful rose would serve as a reminder to her of her future, she carried it to the car and later to her room at home.
She did have that talk with the stock guy. He was awfully convincing. Open about his attraction to her and honest about her young age, planting in her maybe a tiny bit of doubt. She hugged him, thanked him and more than assured him of her happiness as she went off to see her blue-eyes again. The rose was already starting to wilt in her room the following Sunday as she changed out of her church clothes preparing for a short trip. Today would be the day that she shared this man that she loved with others that she dearly loved. She couldn’t contain the smile as she bound down the stairs anxious to be greeted by his warm smile. Instead, he was angry. He had seen the rose, read the card. He said he knew her choice. He knew that she was cheating on him. He would not listen to her side, refused to believe her truth. The thorns on that rose could NEVER cut her so deeply. She loved him, would NEVER do that to him. Why couldn’t he listen? She just HAD to get his attention, do something drastic, make him think. She took the diamond from her hand and threw it at his chest. “here…take your promise back, if you can’t trust me now, you’ll never trust me in marriage”
His anger was so strong, flashing blue lightning strikes from his eyes, the set of his jaw hiding the dimple in his left cheek. He didn’t even respond in words, stuffed the ring deep in his pocket, pulled out his keys and drove away.
She sobbed for hours.
Wept for days.
Cried for weeks.
All the while waiting on him to see the truth.
She couldn’t call him, couldn’t be the one to give in. She wasn’t wrong here. She had done nothing wrong. She had chosen him, loved him, wanted nothing or no one but him.
One month passed with no calls or letters. Everyone encourage her to move on. Her parents assured her it wasn’t meant to be … told her that she could never be happy with him after this. The blue ribbons tied around her heart began to losen a bit and the memory of his smile didn’t seem so bright.
The first date with stock guy was nice … new, exciting. He really was nice and had so many qualities that she had been blinded to before. They quickly became the talk of the store and her life moved on.
There were days that she wanted to call, times that she thought about the blue eyes that used to smile at her. After 6 months she knew that he would never call. The following Easter she came across the tiny gold box that had held her ring, but she couldn’t recall the urgency that had been there before. She threw the box away and part of her trust in men, part of her understanding of love was buried with the other garbage. There was a new man in her life, a mature man, a man that had also been hurt and together they would make a future – neither of them fully trusting and certainly never again loving so blindly as she had done before.
Seventeen years and never again did a red rose mean love to her. She buried the memories until now.