A Past Not All Forgotten
"Mommy, mommy look at me, I'm swinging real high..."
That night I woke up in a cold sweat, it was the first time in months that I saw anything in my dreams besides colors. It was a memory from a long time ago, when I was 6 and I was in my favorite park with my mother. She'd just taught me how to swing and it was all I could do to not explode with joy. I miss those days, the days before she left. She seemed to love me, and so did my father. I still can't grasp why they both left me that day... She said she was going to the bathroom, but she never came back... neither of them came back, my mother and father both left. I don't know when they met after she abandoned me at the park, but they did. I was 6 and it was the last time I felt love. The last time I would let myself feel love, until her...
Until she walked into my life like no bodies business...I was content with my life, after years and years of different foster homes I escaped the system at 18. Put myself through school, while working two part time jobs just to get by. I was 23 and she was 22, she was...beautiful. I knew when I first saw her that she was new to town; she was working in Aroma, a little café I went to every day for lunch. I remember sitting at the counter, her walking up to me, and when she looked into my eyes everything stopped... All I could hear was the beating of my heart, my breathing, her breathing, and those eyes I could have died a happy man at that moment. They were pools of faith, and mirrors to a beautiful soul. With one look I could see who she was, it surprised me at first, and I'd never come across a person so open...