The Girl of my Dreams (standard:romance, 1000 words)
Author: makepeaceken	Added: Nov 17 2022	Views/Reads: 503/327	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I am busy writing when I get a knock at the door. One of my neighbours has lost her dog. I help her search. Is the girl of my dreams about to come into my life? I'm about to find out.

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towards us, with his tail wagging. 

‘Bunty, you naughty boy,' she says to him. ‘You are soaking wet. What
are we going to do with you?' 

As if the dog is going to give her an answer. He starts to shake himself
dry, covering everyone around him in splashes of water. To be honest, 
it is comical, even though I am the one who is getting splashed the 
most. 

After Bunty finishes shaking himself dry. We find a nice quiet spot to
sit, by the river, which is busy meandering its way through the park. 

‘I can't thank you enough,' she says to me. 

‘But I haven't done anything. It is you that spotted him by the
entrance. I didn't do a thing.' 

‘You just being here helps.' 

I am hearing things? Days ago I was wishing she would knock on my door -
wishful thinking as I remember at the time. Now here I am sitting next 
to her. I must be dreaming. 

After sitting for a while, I volunteer to go and fetch a couple of
icecreams from a van that is nearby. 

After finishing the ice creams, we start to head back home, and to my
surprise, she links her arm with mine. The thoughts that are going 
through my mind. 

Once back on the road we live on, I see a smile come to her face. 

‘Oh, there is Robert,' she cries. 

Robert? Who is he? I could not imagine. The times I see her, she is on
her own. 

‘Robert, come and meet the young man who helped me look for Bunty.' 

We shake hands, and then she tells me that they are getting married in a
few weeks. Such a shock. I begin to wish I could go and have a 
lie-down. 

Weeks later, making my way back from the shops, I see her on the corner
of the road. For someone who is newly married, she doesn't look too 
happy. 

‘How is Robert?' I ask, wondering why he isn't by her side. 

‘I wouldn't know,' she replies. Two days after the wedding, he walked
out on me.' 

I didn't know if to laugh or cry. 

‘Oh, I am sorry to hear that.' 

‘Don't be. I began to discover a few things about him. He's certainly
not the person I first met a few years ago when I was on holiday with 
my friends. 

Amy and I start to see each other on a regular basis, and Robert is well
in the past, especially when I say those immortal words to her - ‘will 
you marry me?' 

I am still waiting for my answer - but who is in a rush? Not me!

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