It all started the day that I met Clyde.

I was only out with friend. I never expected to fall in love that day. This friend, though, hurt her arm after slipping on the ice and we went to her house so that she could treat the wound.

I was in her kitchen making hot chocolate when I first meet Clyde. He walked into that room, and our eyes meet. It didn't feel like a fairy tales, it was more like a reality that only myself and Clyde knew was real. Perhaps, to the rest of the world it would have been a fairy tale. But after seeing the look in his eyes when he entered that room, I knew, and he knew, this was it. This was the one person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

After long silence and starring, he extended his arm out to greet me and shake my hand. "The name's Clyde Barrow. You're Bonnie Parker, am I right? It's a pleasure to meet you."

His hair was thick and brown, sleeked back like most of ther other men I saw every day. But his face was flawless in every sense, and he was hansom if not beautiful. His eyes finished off his attractice apperence. They were mysterious, deep, and the colour matched her hair as if he were something out of a painting.

I reached my hand out as well and greeted him. "Yes. I'm Bonnie. Nice to meet you as well."

We both knew what the other was thinking at the moment. We weren't meant to be. But we were going to be.

We talked for hours that night. Every word out of his mouth seemed like words straight from God. Finally I had something to be happy about.

Clyde and I saw each other almost every day for the next few weeks. Then one day, out of the blue, Clyde told me he wanted to talk to me. I'd always known Clyde was treading on dangerous ground when I wasn't around, but I never knew quite what he was up to.

"Bonnie," He began softy. "See, me and some friends, we're heading up to a store to... get... a couple of things. And we was wonderin' if you'd drive us there?"

"Can'y you just drive yourselves?" I knew it before he'd even said anything, but now I knew it for sure. "It's a robbery, isn't it? I'd be driving the getaway car?"

Clyde looked down, embarassed, for a moment. "Yea. Somethin' like that."

I laughed a little. "Sure. I can do that. Anything for you, Clyde." He was still as hansome as when we'd first met and my love for him had own grown. He had a persusive trait about him, and it worked like a charm. It's not like I'd hadn't been involved in shady doings almost my entire life, so it was nothing new for me.

That night I drove them, Clye and some of his friends, to a little down a few miles down the road.

When we arrived, I waited out front in the car.

"Listen, you don't have to do nothing, ok? All you have to do is drive. If the law comes, you get away on yours own. Nobody's gonna catch us. Just make sure nobody knows you was involved, ok?" Clyde told me. Then he gave me a quick but passionate kiss, and followed his friends into the store.

I nodded, even though I knew there was no chance I was leaving without Clyde. I wasn't leaving my newfound happiness to get eaten up by any laws.

I waited for what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been more than 5 mintues. They came running out, pistols in their hands, each with a bag on money too. They jumped in the car and I gunned on the engine. We were off within a second as I became an outlaw.

Over the next two months or so, I helped Clyde and his friends rob 11 more stores. Never once were we caught, but only 3 of the times the boys even used their guns. We didn't do any major crimes, and I could tell Clyde was growing weary from doing the same thing over and over again. He wanted something bigger. He wanted his name in the papers, and that much was obvious.

After sevral days of hearing Clyde mentioned around the town by strangers, I was worried and brought it up to Clyde. "I'm worried. They don't even know you and they're talking your name. Why do you think that could be?"

Clyde hesitated. "Maybe somebody described me and somebody knew me or somethin'. I've done stuff in the past too, Bonnie... This life ain't new to me. I'm thinkin' 'bout leaving town... It's just too risky here. Someday the laws gonna catch up with me if I stop moving."

I rubbed for forehead in distress. "You're really gonna go away? You won't... forget about me, will you?"

Clyde shook his head. "Never. I'll send you a postcard every chance I get... That way you'll know where I'm at. Always. You'll wait for me, right Bonnie? I promise I'll be come as soon as I can..."

I nodded. The thought of his leaving was too much for my stomach to handle. I'd been through it all before, I'd married when I was only 16, to the same type of man. Clyde was everything Roy Thornton was, only so much more. I never loved Roy. I was in love with his looks and his attitude, maybe. But I never loved him, becuase there was nothing left to love once you got past his bad ass image. But with Clyde, as soon as you take away his looks and his crimes, what's left is a broken man who just wants to be loved, and to be in love. Roy never had that. Roy just wanted to steal and cheat and have kinky sex. I was actually relieved when the law caught up with him and I was free again.

I looked up to Clyde and whispered, "I love you. And I always will. I'll be waiting here. No matter how long it take, I'll be right here."

Clyde smiled. "I love you too. You do know that, don't you? I guess I don't say it enough."

One of Clyde's best times was when he was nervous. His eyebrows dented inward and it would have been unheard of for any woman to have not said he was fiercely attractive.

I reached over and kissed him. When we stopped, he said goodbye, and then he was gone. And I had no idea when he was coming back.