A/N: Okay guys….I know I had a story, but I deleted it by mistake! My computer malfunctioned so I don't have it anywhere, no back, lost flash drive…it totally crushed my spirit! I did write this drabble, and I am trying to find my muse! Once again sorry! This is an OS poem type deal, so enjoy!
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Five years.
It took two years to live with what life has dealt me, than two more years of fearing Imprinting, until I found her.
Christiana.
She's beautifully Italian, and my match in every way. Her ability to infuse rebuilding and sex is mind blowing. Her bluntness exceeds the expectations of my beta. Her vulgarity makes her crashing guys night all the better.
Her heart.
Her heart is like being in euphoria, where everything exceeds your wildest dreams.
Dreams.
I am living my dream, the one of happiness, love, lust, and fun, with my dream woman. A dream I thought I could never have. A dream I thought I didn't deserve.
Haunted.
Proposing to my perfect match should be easy as doing an oil change, but it isn't. I see her, she's following me, and I can't seem to shake her. Leah is angry; she thinks I'm using "that bitch" as a defense mechanism. I'm not, I see her, and she's haunting me. Haunting my prefect dream.
Real.
"I left him!" she whispered. Standing on the other side of the aisle; my first broken dream. Still as beautiful as ever, and, most importantly, human.
"Why?" I inquired.
As simple as day she said, "He wouldn't give me my eternity!" Like she just didn't admit that I will forever and always be second best.
"Ask the pixie, like you planned" I retorted.
She chewed her bottom lip like always; it's only sexy when C.T. does it though. I stare her down, not holding back the disgust that I feel in my heart.
Her eyes narrow and she bits out a "you've imprinted?"
My smile returns, than I remember why I'm here. I remember who's at home anxiously waiting for my return. My focus is pulled to her when she inhales sharply.
"You said you would fight it!" The conviction in her voice evident.
"Yes…..I did". I watch as her eyes catch my engagement ring. I watch as her eyes water at the item I picked up. I watch as she finally notice the name tattooed on my chest, partially hidden by my t-shirt.
"But I never said I would wait!" I say as, I walk away from the poison of my past.
Free.
As I drive home, my heart feels free. My mind and conscience feels free. It was never me not being enough for her; she was never enough for me!
Home.
As cliché as it sounds, my heart is home.
Waiting.
Pulling into the driveway, I see her, mumbling, pacing, and bouncing on her feet. Laughing, I rush to her, and she drags me into our home. Taking what she wants, she exits the room, tossing back a "took you long enough!"
Positive.
She comes back fifteen minutes later, happiness pouring from her eyes.
She's speechless.
I am too.
As she clings to me, I can't help but be grateful for what I almost passed up.
"I love you daddy!" She sniffs.
Family.
It's finally complete.