It's a rough world out there...

She met him at a coffee shop in the regular ways, she was spending the morning there, wasting time while her home was getting it's weekly scrub down. She didn't like to be around when the cleaners were doing their work, it made her feel lazy & she wasn't lazy. She was an artist. An artist who couldn't stand to clean but couldn't stand a messy abode.

She knew she lived in an illogical world but she was glad for it, because it if wasn't for that bit of strange about her she would've never met him.

She sat by the window in full view of the street, she always sat by the window trying to capture as much sunlight into her body as possible. The sun was healthy for her or at least that's what she liked to believe.

He saw her a mile away, she practically glowed to him as he stood on the other side of the street, frozen stiff watching the most beautiful girl in the world tuck her hair behind her ear.

He was in the shop in an instant & sat in front of her without a word.

She paused for a moment & looked up at him from her laptop.

“Can I help you?”

He smiled & her heart jumped out of her chest & right into his hands.

“Yes. Let me love you.”

She laughed immediately, her own smile punched him in the throat.

“You don't want to fall in love with me. I'll change your life. You might hate it.” She replied with a smile.

“If I get to fall asleep beside you every night I'll forget what the word hate even means.”

His eyes never left hers.

“You might not survive it” she whispered.

“Without you I don't want to survive”

They met in a coffee shop, in the regular ways.

It was an instant love & an instant passion, that had them seeing each other every night the first month & moving in with each other the second. She changed the very fabric of his life as two became one.

He began to notice the little things first, things that didn't really matter in the bigger picture. Things that didn't change his life much at all. She replaced the trash bags he normally bought with ones made out of recyclable material. He knew she was conscious of “Mother Earth” & these things like that were important to her so he didn't mind any eco friendly change she saw fit to enact in his home.

That was until her hands got to his fridge. His whole milk got replaced with soy. His hearty ground beef burgers with tofurkey substitutes, she castrated his will to eat entirely.

But her skin was so smooth & the way the sun hit it with the first light of the morning never failed to enthrall him, she was perfection & all though his very manhood was slowly being taken from him he couldn't help himself.

He was lost in her eyes, the crook of her neck, the white of her teeth, she was heaven on earth.

On the third month he wanted to marry her, on the fourth they were man & wife. On the fifth month his ex girlfriend who had left him & aborted their child moved into the apartment on top of his.

His wife had changed his very way of life, he didn't eat the same food, didn't wear the same clothes, didn't even worship the same God, but none of that mattered because he got to touch her every night.

When his ex girlfriend saw him she was shocked to say the least, he had become everything she had left him for & his female picks before his wife had never been particularly healthy human beings. So needless to say, things moved in the way that they do, people plan & connive in the way that they do & hearts get broken. Misunderstandings ruin truth.

& blushing brides hang themselves.

When he woke up that morning he knew it was a strange beginning to the day, his world seemed gray. He woke up beside his old time love, they had gotten into a habit of indulging every now & then, she let him be the person his wife had altered so much & no matter how much he loved his wife, he wished she could love him just he way he was.

But in a way he knew she did & he knew that all her changes were simply to help make him a better person, he recognized this strain of selfishness within himself & resolved to continue to drown her in joy, she would never know of his transgressions & the problem would be solved eventually.

So despite his instinctual warning he drove home in good spirits.

Passed by the grocery story to pick up some flowers, he always did that whenever he didn't sleep home, naturally he had told her he'd be with the boy all night, brotherhood bonding time, she understood the need for it, she did after all kick him out of the house every Sunday night to make room for her own sisterhood of sorts.

He bought two bouquets of sunflowers & let the cashier keep the change.

Driving home he whistled, something he had never done before nor been particularly good at, but today he belted out a full tune.

He was home soon enough, at the front door next & soon opened the bedroom door.

His phone had been ringing as he opened the front door, so his attention was elsewhere as he walked through his home. He didn't see the boxes of her packed things packed neatly by the door, or the two suitcases of her clothes by the foot of the stairs.

Instead he saw her two feet, perfectly manicured, dangling in front of his face in the middle of their bedroom. He brought his hands to them afraid to look up, afraid to see what she had done to herself.

A note lay on the bed.

“I saw you with her. Found out I have cancer. You're welcome.”

He was buried along with her.