For hours he would wait in her cramped studio apartment as she finished dressing for their dates. He would wait with assortments of Godiva’s chocolates, small trinkets of fat gold and bouquets of Cala lilies.
When making love, he was ever patient and consideration. He would wait for her to reach her highest peak. He would wait at the most lucrative boutiques by the dressing room as she tried on vintage dresses and lingerie. He waited until there was an opening at her favorite restaurant to publicly reveal his love and pledge his devotion.
When she wouldn’t set a date to begin the rest of their lives together he waited. When she told him she needed to get something off her chest he waited.
He waited as she confessed of her infidelity and her reasons to leave.
Most nights he would wait in the street outside her bedroom window and watch as her silhouette made love to another.
Now he waits for her in the alley outside her apartment with a Remington 870 shot gun.