Interracial Love Stories
Short Romance Stories
How Deep Is My Love
February Love Story
©2005 by Steve Essjay
All Rights Reserved
Janice checked the monitors for Steve's flight. Yes, the same as the last time. It was in range and should be landing any minute. While she looked forward to seeing him, she could not help but wonder why he was coming home so soon. He had left just that morning to see his cousin, Kenny. And now, it was 7 in the evening and he was already coming home. She hoped he was OK.
It was not too much longer and the passengers started streaming in from the gates. She looked for his familiar Cubs warmup jacket and his salt and pepper beard. There he was. He looked fine, but she still worried a bit.
As soon as he passed the security checkpoint, she came up to meet him. He held her tightly. They kissed tenderly. She ignored her reluctance on public displays of affection. He seemed to need this right now. He looked in her dark brown eyes.
"Hi, Angel Eyes. You got more beautiful since this morning."
"Steve … stop it. Are you OK?"
"I am fine, baby. I love you."
"I love you too. You just left this morning. Are you OK? Is your cousin OK?"
"Come on, love. Let's go home."
They walked to her car making small talk about what he would do with the two days off he had planned to spend with his cousin.
Kenny and he had always been close, more like brothers than cousins. He lived less than half a mile from Steve, they did everything together as kids.
Steve's brothers were 7 and 8 years older than he while Kenny was less than 3 months younger. They went to school together from kindergarten through high school.
Eight years ago Kenny took a job in Philadelphia.
That had not kept Steve and Kenny apart.
They made constant trips back and forth, for a while anyway.
As they matured, the trips got less frequent as did the calls.
But one thing that stayed the same was their feeling of closeness.
In the car, as Janice drove to their condo, she asked him again if everything was ok.
"Baby, I am fine."
"Steve, I asked about everything."
"I am fine, love. I missed you."
"You only left 12 hours ago. You have been gone on trips that lasted 3 days before and you never tried to come back the same day. Are you like the little homesick boy in summer camp today?"
Steve smiled, carressing her thick back hair.
"Let's drop off my bag and go to our favorite place for dinner."
"You know how hard it is to get a table at Flat Top Grille and this time on a Saturday night."
"Sweetie, with all the time we spend there, you know all we have to do is show up and we will get a table."
"Yeah …. You are right about that." Putting aside her concerns for now, Janice smiled and drove them both home.
After he put his things away he came to her and hugged her again. A tight warm hug. Maybe a little tighter than normal. He looked her deep in her eyes and said, "Janice, I love you more every day."
They kissed long and deep. The passion escalated as it usually does and, well … Flat Top Grille had to wait another day for them.
An hour later, as they lay close together in bed, she said, "Steve, now can you tell me why you came home so early?"
"OK. Kenny was glad to see me. He picked me up at the airport."
"How is his wife and their kids?"
"Ok … Ok. Right after we got to his place, we had a beer and went out on his deck. I told him that You and I had met and that we were going to get married."
"How did he react?"
"Oh, he was happy. Then he asked what you were like. I told him that you were beautiful, brilliant, warm, caring, and the best person I had ever met. I had finally met my soulmate."
" 'Your soulmate??', he said, 'What kind of talk is that?' "
" 'You know. Someone who thinks the way you do. Who anticipates what you want. Who you feel as if you have known for a long time as soon as you meet her.' "
"Then I described you."
"How did you describe me?"
"I told him you were beautiful."
"Is that all you said?"
"No, I told him you have beautiful thick black hair, silky soft caramel skin and are a lot shorter than me.
"Then he stopped me and said, 'Is she Italian?' "
" 'No, Janice is African American.' "
"You would not believe the look on his face, Janice. I never saw that before in him. Then he said, 'Jesus Christ, Steve, is she a n?' "
" 'No, I said, Janice is African American -- and never use that word in reference to the woman that I love.' "
" 'Jesus, Steve, you have to be fucking kidding me! Are you serious?' "
" 'More than I have ever been in my life. My kids love her too. She is the perfect woman for me to be with. I feel like I have never been in love before.' "
" 'Steve …. Come on! A n?? Give me a break.' "
Janice interrupted his story, "Steve, you are telling me what he said. Did he say 'n'?"
"You know what he said. But you will never hear that word from the same lips that kiss you, baby. There is no white person alive who has the right to use that word."
"So, what happened then?"
"He said, 'I always knew you were a liberal and a sympathizer. But, God, Steve, you really are a n lover!' "
" 'With all my heart and every fiber of my soul.' "
" 'Jesus … soul?? You are talking like one of them.' "
" 'You know, Kenny, I'm going to catch a plane back home. I'll just call a cab and I'll be out of here.' "
Janice looked at his face through the deepening twilight and said, "I am sorry, Steve."
"I am not, Angel Eyes. I love you. You are my destiny. My soulmate. We are twin flames."
"But, Steve, You lost a friend."
"No, baby, he has."
Steve snaked his hand in back of her head, they kissed long, deep and passionately.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! It is an ever fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken
(my thanks to Shakespeare for the words, to my friend, Anne for her great website and a path for my creative outlet, and, of course, to my soulmate, Janice for all the love in the world)
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Last revised on 2-4-05