Now Daisy is crying and our tears are mixing together. Our embrace is not sexual but spiritual. We are touching each other more deeply in this one moment than in all the moments we have been naked and together. “You’re my heart Nick. I claim you.”
I shudder at her words and she repeats them, this time more loudly and with more force. “I claim you.”
She pushes me away slightly and digs into her pocket. Unfurling her hand, she presents to me a ring box. She hastily unwraps it and pulls out a pair of rings.
I am dumbfounded as she slides one onto my left hand. “I claim you,” she whispers, kissing me softly, her lips dragging along mine. I try to capture them but she is too quick for me. A metal object is pressed into my palm. It is the other ring. Trembling, I lift her left hand and slide the ring onto her finger.
“I am yours then, and you are mine,” I say.
Her smile lights up on the room and it is as bright as day inside our apartment. I see her beautiful soul, white and glowing, and next to it is my soul, smaller, but within her circle of light. Satisfaction burns straight through me and transforms into desire. Later, after we have confirmed our union with a physical coupling, I will give her the car keys. I know she won’t protest because it is nothing compared to the gift she has given me.
I manage to stagger to my feet, still overwhelmed. Sweeping Daisy into my arms I walk purposefully toward the bedroom. Gifts, I realize, are not measured by their monetary value. I could spend and spend and spend on Daisy and never match the spirit of what she has handed me. Human life is short, a mere blue dot in the universe that appears and then disappears in the blink of an eye.
But the love of two people? It is the very essence of being.
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