But Did He Love Me?

woman playing dead, lying in the sand

I chose to tell this true story about a favorite relative (name changed) in first person in order to retain the impact it had on me.

I was never sure if he loved me. I mean right off, Burt liked my sister. I don’t know why. I mean, Tina, she’s pretty in a tomboy way, but I’m the real girl with my flamey hair and legs all the way down to China. So, I don’t know why the boys like her so much. I guess ’cause she’s fun. I was never fun. I was too much work: “I’m not ready yet!” “No! It’ll mess up my hair!” Hah!

But the minute I saw Burt, I loved him. He was tall and skinny, but with cute bulgy little muscles. He lifted weights and was so vain—every time we’d go by a mirror, I’d check my make-up and he’d checks his muscles. Hah!

First he come around hoping Tina would break up with Jim. Idiot. I mean, he’s Jim’s best friend! But then we started talkin’ and something just clicks. Well, that and he keeps looking at my gams. Anyway, pretty soon me and Burt are an item. I was so nuts about him. I just wished he’d’a asked me to marry him before Jim and Tina got engaged.

Anyways, five months after they got married, me and Burt tie the knot, and all I wanted was to sign that paper and drag him off to my cave, you know? Me cave girl! Hah!

We left the reception in a convertible Burt borrowed from his cousin Franky. We got this bottle of champagne—I know we shouldn’ta brought it, but we did. And we’re laughing, and Burt’s glowing. Glowing! And I’m thinking, “That’s ‘cause of me. I’m make my man glow!” Anyways, we’re going down this highway in the middle-a-nowhere, and I’m so happy I’m thinking it’s gonna last forever!

But then one minute I’m pouring champagne and the next I’m in the hospital. And the first thing I say–no, scream–is, “Where’s my Burt!” So, Mom and Tina, they told me what happened.

We hit a tree. There was this truck, and we swerved and hit a tree and totaled Franky’s Pontiac. Hell, almost totaled us. Burt, he come to about half a hour later, and I’m not even in the car, I’m out front on the ground. They said I looked like a broke rag doll all covered in blood.

Poor Burt, he didn’t know if I was alive! But he gets outta the car and he picks me up and carries me two miles without stopping till he comes to a gas station. And then he sits down with me in his arms, and says, “Help my Nancy!” over and over again, “Help my Nancy!”

When I wake up, Mom and Tina are there, and they tell me what happened, and then I fall back asleep. And when I wake up again, Burt’s there in a wheel chair, holding my hand. He says, “Hiya, doll,” and there’s tears in his eyes. And then I see his legs. They’re both in casts. And that’s when I find out that he…my Burt…he carried me two miles on two broken legs!

Then I put my hand on his face and he kissed it, and I finally knew: My Burt’s not some big hero, he’s just a ordinary, vain, skinny guy that did the impossible…

Because he loved me.

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About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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16 Responses to But Did He Love Me?

  1. This story of your relative is so touching..defines love in the truest way possible…brought tears to my eyes..Thanks for sharing!

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  2. Oh that’s a good story.

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  3. jeffw5382 says:

    I really like the way you did this, the dialect, grammar, vocabulary, etc. You are blessed my friend, looking forward to more.

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  4. Thanks for sharing a beautiful story! Hope they are well now!

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  5. Does this come with a hanky? Beautiful.

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  6. Wow! Brought me to tears. Thank you for sharing.

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  7. I don’t usually go for sappy stuff, but this has a kind of thickness to it, a fleshed-out element, and a serious ethical element — it’s not just cheap carbs for a cheap response. I felt like I know these people.

    I also often open windows that I just don’t have time to read, and close them when I’m culling my tabs. I’m glad I didn’t cull this one before reading it. Well done, Mitch.

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  8. gpavants says:

    Hi Mitch,

    Great story. Love is action, right. We often think it has to be mushy, heartfelt words when actions speak louder.

    Thanks,

    Gary

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  9. gpavants says:

    Yes, they work together as a whole.

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  10. Such a beautiful story!!

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