The Gnaw Collection

Denim

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Rated A: Analog. Meaning there is minimal violence, can be romantic and/or very chill. For everyone.

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I was going through my closet deciding on what to wear. I had my top, shoes, and accessories all picked out. I couldn't decide on which pair of pants to wear. Then I found them. A good pair of dark blue denim jeans. I picked them up. That's when memories flooded my mind.

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"Hello, do you need some help?"

I looked up and there was this beautiful woman. Her skin resembled chocolate. It glowed this beautiful glow. Her hair was long and curly, parted on her left side. And it was all hers. She was around my 6'0 with her nude color heels. 

Frank: I'm looking for a pair of jeans. Sophisticated yet comfortable. 

Woman: Right this way.

She leads me over to the men's area of jeans. I told her my size. She scanned the jeans then picked up a pair of dark blue denim jeans. She passed them to me and I grabbed them from her. I felt the denim. It was rough yet smooth. 

Woman: What do you think?

Frank: I like them.

Woman: Would you like to try them on?

I nodded and she soon led me to the fitting rooms. She unlocked one and left the door open for me and I went in. I closed the door and quickly changed into them. They were perfect. I quickly changed out of them and met her back at the entrance of the fitting rooms. She greeted me with a perfect warm smile.

Woman: How did it go?

Frank: They were perfect.

Woman: Would you like anything else?

Frank: This will do.

Woman: Well follow me and I'll ring them out for you.

She led me over to the registers and did as she said. I couldn't help but watch her. She was so gentle handling them. She folded them gently and carefully placed them in a paper bag with the store name on it. She told me the price and I flashed my card showing her I was paying with my card of course. Once completing the transaction I asked her something I had been dying to know.

Frank: What's your name?

She pointed to her name badge. A place I didn't think to look. The name "Kianga" listed under sales associate. 

Frank: Kianga?

Kianga: It's African, meaning sunshine.

Frank: Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.

She smiled again. I couldn't let her go unloved by me anymore. I wanted her to be my sunshine.

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Kianga: (laughing) You are such a cornball! 

We were on our first date. A picnic date. Her skin glowed under the setting sun. We were sitting in a park by a pond telling each other our life stories. We instantly clicked. She noticed I was wearing the jeans she picked out for me. I had to. 

Frank: Well these are the jeans that brought us together so I said: "Why not"!

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Frank: I don't understand you sometimes Ki! 

I was aggravated. She was always pushing me away once we grew closer than before. After months of dating and finally making it official weeks earlier, she didn't want us anymore. 

Kianga: I'm afraid Frank!

Frank: Why?

Kianga: (tearing up) I don't want to be hurt by you.

Frank: I can't promise that I will never hurt you. But I will love you like no other. You're one of a kind. A woman like you doesn't come around often. Do you trust me?

My jeans were a little worn now. We had our ups and downs but I still loved her. She was my African queen and I will never let her go, not this easy.

Kianga: Yes.

Frank: Then stay.

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Kianga: You got paint on your jeans hun.

I looked down and there were few small spots of white paint on the leg of my jeans that she picked. I didn't mind. This was a new life, a new beginning. We bought a house together and was adding some personal touches.

Frank: Well if you paid attention to what you were doing with that brush it wouldn't be there. 

She flicked more paint my way and I did the same. I loved this woman. 

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Frank: (yelling from the living room) Have you decided on what to wear yet? We are supposed to leave in twenty minutes woman!

Kianga: (yelling from the bedroom) Don't rush me! I'll be down when I'm ready.

We were going to a party. It was her party. She was opening her own store tonight. I was proud of her. She finally came downstairs with dressing in her favorite jeans, heels, and top. Her outfit matched mine. She was gorgeous as always. We looked good in denim. 

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Kianga: Honey don't put your jeans in the washer. Remember we hand wash them to prevent fading.

I joined her as we gently washed my worn out jeans. They were my favorite. From my favorite girl.

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I finally dressed in my denim jeans. These jeans lasted me years. I never had a pair that lasted me this long. Kianga was still by my side. I never had a relationship last this long nor gotten to the point we were now at. 

I went to the park where Ki and I had our first date. I walked up to her scaring her. I laughed at her reaction.

Kianga: Why are we here Frank? I thought you were busy today.

Frank: I was but I finished everything I needed to do.

Kianga: Well you look great. Still rocking those jeans I see.

Frank: Of course you should know how I feel about them.

I took her hand and looked her in her eyes.

Frank: Kianga...

I was nervous about what I was about to do. But this is what I wanted to do.

Frank: You know how much I love you...

She shook her head quickly nodding with a look of confusion spread across her face.

Frank: I love you so much. You are literally my sunshine brightening up my day whenever clouds form. You are my other half. I don't want to live my life without you. And I never will let you go. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and give you everlasting love.

I got down on one knee grabbing a box from the back pocket of my blue denim jeans.

Frank: Kianga, will you marry me?

Kianga: Yes!

I slid the diamond ring on her finger. Then tackled her onto the ground kissing her, getting grass stains all over my jeans. For a love that lasts.