It seemed like so long ago she walked out of my life. Things were just too complicated and by then I knew what I wanted out of life and I just didn't have the time for her. I remember the night she walked
away. At the time I didn't mind, I thought go ahead and leave, I don't need you. It wasn't until after she left that I realized I didn't just need her, I wanted her.
Jeff…
I lay in bed, tired. Just couldn't sleep. She was haunting my dreams again. Two years past, so why now? I thought to myself. I turned my head slightly. No one lay next to me. I sat upright. I can't keep doing
this. I glanced at the clock. It was 2:13 a.m.. I got up out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. I splashed water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked beat, like I was lacking sleep. I
guess not being able to sleep for a week has that effect on a person. I retreated back to my bed and laid down, staring at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and her face instantly appeared. I swallowed hard, trying
to force the lump down in my throat. She was beautiful. Her honey colored hair framed her angelic face perfectly. She had light brown eyes, a narrow nose and plump lips. Her tan skin glowed. Her cute dimples
appeared every time she spoke or smiled. I groaned. I opened my eyes again. I couldn't stand myself. I sighed, and yet again got up and went to the bathroom, only this time I went to take a shower. I knew I
wouldn't be able to sleep again, so why even bother trying? I pulled off my sweats and stepped into the shower. I let the warm water run down my chest. Again she invaded my thoughts. Her smile, her eyes,
her body…damn it! I let out a frustrated sigh and finished washing myself. I got out the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and went toward the sink to brush my teeth. I examined myself in the mirror
again. I wasn't too bad looking. I am 6 foot 1" with a decent athletic build. My hair falls just above my shoulders, wavy and dirty blonde. I have a slight side bang, which from time to time Trish would tease me
about. Trish…I shook my head. My eyes are a dark green, I have a slim nose and full lips. I shut off the water and walked back to my room. I grabbed a dark blue t-shirt and put on a pair of black jeans. It was
only 3:35 a.m. , so I laid back down on the bed and watched TV for some time. This should keep my mind off her, or so I hoped.
Trish…
I have never been this happy before. I'm only 23 years old with a remarkable fiancée and a promising career. "Baby, you're going to be late." I smiled, and peeked my head out the bathroom and replied, "I'm
glad you're concerned sweetie but I don't go into work until 9:30 a.m. , and it's only 8:17 a.m." He smiled and said, "Oh, well in that case…" He walked over to me and kissed me passionately. "Hm, I don't know
what that was for, I mean not that I mind…" He grinned and replied, "It was just because." I smiled and blushed lightly. He kissed my forehead and returned back to the kitchen. I finished applying my makeup
and made my way to the kitchen. I smiled when I saw Ron standing over the stove attempting to make pancakes. I giggled and he turned around. "Are you laughing at me? 'Cuz ya know I am trying to do
something nice for you." I smiled and said, "I know what you're trying to do honey, but I don't think you're succeeding." His jaw dropped which caused me to laugh. "I can't believe you just said that." I replied,
"Um, I love you?" He shook his head and smiled. "Yeah, you're just lucky that works." I frowned. "You don't love me too?" He turned to me quickly and said, "Of course I do baby!" I smiled. "So what time do you
have to get to work this mornin' mister?" He gasped. "Shit! I got to be in by 8:30." I glanced at the clock, it read 8:27, Uh oh. "Go!" He smiled, quickly kissed my cheek and ran to his car. I laughed, no matter
what time he gets up he always manages to be late. I cleaned up the mess he left by the stove. I grabbed my keys and jacket and headed to work. I arrived just on time. I walked through the door and the
receptionist greeted me warmly. "Good morning Trish." "Good morning Andrea." "You have quite a few clients today, your first appointment is at 9:45. She wants a wash, cut and blow-dry." I nodded my head
and said, "Thanks a bunch Andrea." I waked over to my chair and started setting up. I love my job. I have been a hairstylist for about two years and a half, and I am pretty damn good at what I do. The hours
passed quickly as clients fled in and out of the establishment. Before I knew it, it was 3'o clock. I was sweeping my station when I heard the front door open. I didn't bother to look up, until I heard Andrea say
"Sure, no problem Trish is free." I looked over toward her desk and my heart thumped rapidly. "Oh my goodness…" I mumbled to myself.