To my eternal love, thank you for never leaving my side. You never let me leave you too. But why would I? You have always been there for me, no questions and no judgments. You are my one and only. My beautiful ball and chain.
I remember meeting you for the first time when I had runaway from home. I had sworn it was the last time he would lay his dirty hands on me. You really saved me that night, made me feel safe and like I was going to be alright. I had a good start, I met a good old lady, Welma a few days later who gave me a job in her grocery store and a room in her beautiful home. She became family. Life was so good. I only met you for the fun occasions in that period- for birthdays, weddings, happy things! Remember when you and I were just fair-weather friends? Man, that was a long time ago.
Things changed fast and for the worse. Welma passed away and I was thrown out of her house by her relatives as they thought I had something to do with her death. I was on the road again and you comforted me again when we met at a local pub. It was just like the last time, I felt it would all work out. Remember we skipped town together? I still remember that hopeful road journey, just me and you and a million possibilities.
Life kept throwing the biggest curve balls, but there was nothing you and I couldn't face together. We were going to make a beautiful life together. I would have a big house and keep a whole cabinet full of you. We were gonna have the most amazing parties with famous actors, models and all congratulating us for our amazing success. But that never happened.
10 years later, we did not achieve anything we set out to do. I did not plan to spend all my time with you. I should have kept you as an occasional friend. I did not realize that even though you were there, you drove everyone else away. How can someone be so loving and cruel at the same time? Now it is like you have this venomous control on me and I am always at your mercy. Our relationship turned toxic. I wish I had never met you.
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