I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing


He tossed the peeled and deveined shrimp onto the bed of lettuce that sat in the glass bowl. Next, he added in the thinly cut cucumber slices and some avocado chunks. He mixed everything up together, before dressing it with lemon vinaigrette.

He checked the clock radio that sat on the kitchen counter. It was four-ten. She'd be home any minute now. He surveyed the kitchen, and admired his work.

The round, glass table was draped with a silky, white table cloth, and in the center, sat a vase of pale pink and white roses, and two long, thin white lit candles. Two crystal flutes of champagne sparkled in the candlelight, and a pair of pink, glass dinner plates were piled high with the deliciously, mouth-watering ravioli. The pink plates were a wedding gift from Mimi.

"Every kitchen just needs a touch of pink!" He distinctly remembered her saying.

He heard a car door slam, than a moment later the click of the door being unlocked.

"Matt!" She called, as she took off her shoes. "I'm home!"

She removed her coat, and hung it on the back of the chair that sat by the front door. She walked through the front hall, and into the kitchen, where she stopped dead in her tracks. She scanned the room with wide, surprised eyes,before finally laying them on her husband, who had been leaning against the counter, looking pleased with himself.

"Matt," She whispered, stepping closer to examine the table. Everything looked so good! He came up behind her, and put both hands at her waist. She looked back at him, before kissing him on the lips.

"It's wonderful. Thank you."

"Love... What is love? Love is to love someone for who they are, who they were, and who they will be."

Kari looked down at the key he had placed in her hand. The silver sparkled in the sun. She closed her fingers around it, and looked up at him. He was smiling, but he looked nervous. He was waiting for an answer.

She returned his smile, and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into him, so their foreheads touched.

"Yes," She whispered.

And the remaining distance between their lips vanished.

"If you want to experience love, you have to take the risk. Love's always worth the risk."

He caught her dozing off a few times. He probably should've warned her it would be a long drive. The clock on the dashboard read three-thirty.

"Meems?" He whispered, taking his eyes off the road, to look at his sleeping girlfriend. "Mimi?"

Her still form began to stir, and she fluttered her eyes open, and looked around.

"Are we there yet?" She asked, not before releasing a yawn.

"Just about," He turned off of the main road, and began driving up a dirt path that was lined by leafless trees.

A few, short moments later, he killed the engine, and smiled at her.

"You ready?" He asked, excitement was glinting in his chocolaty brown orbs.

Her eyes sparkled with the same excitement, as she nodded her head, sending her wavy, honey coloured hair, bouncing at her shoulders.

They both exited the car, and joined hands, as they began walking. She took in the surrounding area, imagining how beautiful it would be here in the summer. They walked deeper and deeper into the trees, until several, small, wooden cabins came into view. Mimi let go of his hand, and walked further ahead, before finally stopping.

"This is it." She said practically in a whisper, as she spun around to face him. "This is where we met."

"When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life. And perhaps we are right."

She set the fork down on her now empty plate, and wiped at her lips with the napkin.

"That was delicious," She said, smiling appreciatively.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

She stood from her seat, and sat on his lap, kissing his mouth passionately, as her hands ran through his soft, blond hair.

"I have a surprise for you, too" She whispered in his ear, softly.

"Oh yeah?" His voice was just as quiet. "What is it?"

She stood from his lap, and walked towards the living area, and signalled him to follow.

He watched as she opened the small, closet door, and pull out a long, flat, rectangle shaped box, wrapped in glittery red paper. She sat it on the floor, and sat cross-legged, smiling up at him.

"Sit," She told him. And he did so.

"Now," She said, "I don't want you to get angry, or ask about the price. It's a half Valentines, half birthday gift, alright?"

He nodded in agreement, and began to slowly rip off the paper, revealing a handsome, black case, with silver clasps. He undid the clasps, and lifted the lid.

He stared at the black silk interior, and more importantly, what had been lying inside. A beautiful, all white guitar.

He picked it up, and admired it.

"An American Standard Fender Stratocaster." He said, strumming a chord with his fingers. The sound was perfect.

"Do you like it?" She asked, partially nervous.

He raised his head and looked at her.

"I love it."

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage."

Each Valentines Day, the eight of them always got together for a little party.

This is why Joe was currently sitting in his kitchen, surrounded by black smoke, and a garbage can full of blackened heart shaped cookies.

It was his fourth ruined batch, but he didn't understand why. He followed the recipe precisely, and had set the oven to the correct temperature (three hundred and fifty degrees Fahrenheit) and put them in for the correct amount of time (fifteen minutes).

He was never really good with cooking. So, he grabbed his coat and his car keys and left his apartment.

He drove to the nearest bakery, and walked in. The sweet, warm aroma filled his nostrils, and he sighed delightfully. He strolled up to the pastry counter, and looked through the glass window at the assortment of confections.

He had thought of buying cookies, since his originally plan to bake them had backfired, but now looking at the endless dessert possibilities, cookies just seemed so plain.

"Such a selection, it makes it hard to choose what you want." Said a voice.

He looked up, to find himself facing a beautiful, blonde woman, with brilliant green eyes. She was just a bit shorter than him, with a slim body, still with all the womanly curves.

"Yeah," He said, his voice came out hoarse. He cleared his throat. "I want to buy everything."

The woman laughed. Such a pretty laugh, he thought.

"Having a romantic dinner with your boyfriend?" He asked.

She shook her head. "No, no boyfriend. What about you?"

"No boyfriend, either," He smiled.

She playfully hit his arm. "You know what I mean!"

He chuckled softly, "No girlfriend."

She nodded her head, and extended a long, thin arm.

"I'm Samantha." She said.

He took her hand, and shook it. "Joe."

"It was nice meeting you, Joe" She smiled, and turned to accept a white box from a woman behind the counter. She turned, and began walking off.

"Wait!" He called after her, causing her to abruptly spin back to face him. He walked up to her so they were face to face.

"Would you like to go out for coffee sometime?" He could feel his face burning red.

"I'd like that," She said, smiling genuinely. They exchanged numbers, and said their goodbyes.

He walked back over to the counter, and decided on a rather decadent looking strawberry shortcake. He checked his watch, it was only four o'clock. He looked towards the cash register, where Samantha stood waiting to pay.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, and clicked her name. He held the phone to his ear, and waited.

"Hello?"

"Are you free right now?" He turned to face her, and caught her smiling.

"I thought you'd never ask" She replied. She was so corny.

He hung up his phone, and walked towards her. She smiled shyly, as she watched him pay, and together they left the bakery.

With the cake at hand, and this beautiful woman by his side, he thanked his lucky stars that he didn't know how to bake.

"Love is the expression of simplicity in emotion, the unattainable longing that comes so unexpectedly, with great subtlety and bliss."


Valentines Day Soundtrack: I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing (Aerosmith)