You were only getting the mail. You got it every day after work. Usually there would be bills, magazines, and bank stuff. But never letters. Your family hated you. They hated him, your husband. They said he was only trouble.
You didn't ever know why they hated him. You thought about it all the time. He was perfect, he was the love of your life. That is until he died last year. You were heartbroken and you didn't want to talk to anyone.
But life went on and you soon tried to get over it. You did all you could to forget about him. You even dated other people. But they weren't the same. You found new hobbies and got a better paying job. You enjoy some of the little things, but are still sad inside.
You had just pulled up into the driveway when you saw a mysterious man next to your mailbox. You got out of the car and yelled," Hey, what are you doing?"
He turned and you got a glimpse of a man. He had red hair and blue eyes. He looked a little like George, your dead husband. You were about to follow him down the street when you looked up and he was gone. You looked around, but shrugged it off.
You opened the mailbox and grabbed the letters. You sifted through them, reading the names of them quietly to yourself. When you stopped, seeing the thing you least expected. You suddenly looked around, for the man again.
You sat at the table, just staring at the yellow envelope. The big red words read, Private. You ripped off the top of the envelope and hesitantly pulled out seven papers. You looked at the one on the top. It had a picture of George.
Tears fled your eyes as you missed him more and more. A hole burned in your heart and suddenly tears were flowing down your cheeks. You sighed and got up from the table. You walked into the kitchen and began cooking.
Cooking calmed you down. You had started cooking after he had died. You were making taco's for yourself. You slowly cooked the ground beef and fried the taco shells. You sat at the table and looked at the picture once again.
You grunted and continued eating. Once you were done, you went into your room and began to knit. You had learned this when you were younger, your grandma had taught you. You loved your grandma, she was the only one who was by your side when you married George. She thought he was a lovely young man.
You had decided to continue looking at the papers the next day. You were now sitting in the living room, on your couch. You pulled out all of the papers and spread them around. You almost had a heart attack when you saw a paper that had a phone number on it.
You stumbled to snatch your phone off the table and dialed the number. You held the phone to your ear and waited. There was a quiet beep and then you heard a stern voice.
" Elizabeth Gentry?" it said.
" Yes," you said. " Who is asking? Where you the guy at my mailbox?"
There was a quiet laugh coming out of the speaker. You rolled your eyes, in anger. This was wasting your time and you didn't want to be on the phone right now. " I am-Well let's just say my name is Joe," he said.
Joe? I used to call George that. I miss George. You thought. There was a long period of silence and then a loud beep interrupted. You dropped your phone, while rubbing your ear. The ring continuously rang in your ear.
You picked the phone up quickly and said," Hello? Hello? Are you still there? What was that ring? Who are you?"
" You ask a lot of questions, don't you? Well my name is Joe-uh, Joe Peterson, yeah. That ring was nothing," he said, mysteriously.
You knew he was lying. You wanted him to tell the truth but could sense that he wouldn't tell you the truth. " What do you want from me?" you asked, sadly.
There was another long period of silence, followed by him saying," I just need to meet you. In person."
You were confused. Suddenly the beep came back and there was a red message on your screen that read, Call was disconnected. You groaned and walked into the bathroom. You looked in the mirror and saw a woman who was stressed, lonely, and tired.
You applied your skin care to your face and put a face-mask on. You sat on your couch and sighed. You had nothing to do, ever. You always sat inside your house or sat in your office at work. Your phone dinged. You checked it and saw a text from Joe.
I will be at the park today at Seven. Meet me there. I will be in all black. Yes, I was the person at your mailbox. So just meet me there. He wrote. You looked at the clock on your wall and took a deep breath.
Okay. I will be there. I think you know what I look like. But I will be in a t-shirt and jeans. But can you tell me your real name? I know it is not Joe Peterson, so what is it? You asked.
You waited for a couple minutes and heard a ding from your phone. I will tell you my real name when I meet you today. I can't wait to see you.
You put your phone down and went to your closet. You picked out an all white t-shirt and some black jeans. You put them on and worked on your hair and face. You took off the mask and put foundation on.
When you were finished with your makeup, you put your hair in a messy bun and went out the door. You had errands to run, so you left early to go to the store. You got all your groceries and you also got new clothes and shoes.
When you were done shopping, it was seven o'clock, so you went to the park to meet Joe, or whatever his name was. You stepped out of the car and looked around for a man in all black. You found a man, standing by a tree, looking around.
You were sure that was him. You walked up to the person and saw a red-haired man with blue eyes. " Hey, you made it," he said.
" What is your real name and what do you want from me?" you asked.
He smiled and said," I want to tell you, I love you and I am so sorry for lying to you. I lied because if I didn't you would've been hurt. But I want to be with you again."
You realized who is was and broke down in tears. Your voice broke while you said," G-George?"
He nodded and soon you found his arms wrapped around your quivering body. You loved him and forgave him. You needed him back in your life. You and him had the best life ever, he never told you why he pretended to die, he just did.