(model created by author J. L. Mulvihill)
Slowly. One step, followed by another. That's right. Take your time. See, didn't I tell you that it would be okay? Yes, I am right. Don't question me. You smell divine, by the way. New shampoo? Ah. Perfume. You wore that for me? Thank you. You're going to make me blush. Slowly, slowly. Okay, take my hand. No, I do love you; that's why I did this to you. You think me to be cruel; how can I when I love you so much? I still remember the first time we met. I was so shy around you. Couldn't get the words out whenever I saw you. Then, you looked at me and smiled. I felt my entire body go limp. I began to follow you, reading every book you touched at that bookstore. Oh, you didn't know that? Colour me bashful. Anyway, you spoke of what made you happy so I did those things just to be like you. When we had our first tea together, I felt as though my prayers had been answered. You loved spending time with me and sending me messages. Every time I saw your name on my social media site, I wanted to immediately send you a message yet held back because I didn't want to scare you away. I didn't want to become a bother. Finally, you said hello and I would breathe a sigh of relief. Even when you told me that you were involved, I refused to let it get me down. I knew what we had was special. Okay, are you ready to move on? Slowly, slowly. One step at a time. Where was I? You said that I made you happy and I replied in kind. I wanted you to say that every time we saw each other. Do you remember when you told me that you wanted to move to New Orleans? Seems so far away when you said it and it was only two days ago. You wanted to move for a change in your life. I cried for five hours when you told me that. I couldn't let that happen. And now, well, here we are. Don't look at me like that, my dearest. You know how much I love you. You know I'll take care of you, always. Slowly, slowly. Take your time. Hey. . . . still love me?