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\\ "A broken home and loss of my heart..." // The walls' pulse has almost stopped, the laughter that once echoed now seems diminished; and the life that I once loved, seems to be just a faint memory now. It always starts the same way, with hopes and dreams thrown out like it's as easy as breathing. No one takes the facts in about how difficult it will be to accomplish the hopes, to live up to the dreams. Many happy moments, followed by the sadness when something doesn't go the way they expected it to. I was quite content with the simpleness of my life, with the knowing what I would be doing each day; the getting up and dealing with the trivial mind numbing repetitive things were all just easier to me. It was never in the plan to meet anyone, to add anyone to my routine. It was just easier that way... However, I never expected for a raven haired boy with ivory skin and obsidian eyes to walk into my life either. To come in and sweep me off my feet... well, to pick me up off my feet while I stumbled at the local tavern. He could hold his sake, and he could lift me up; I didn't know what to think! I apologized to him for my lack of sobriety, and asked him if he would have a drink with me the next day once I had slept it off. He sighed softly and then smiled a bit while nodding his head in agreement. I was giddy with delight, which was not normal for me... ever. I went home, I laid in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about the Gothic dream I had just witnessed. It didn't take too long for me to pass out, and quickly my thoughts turned into dreams about the boy from the tavern... We spent many happy times together, we got very close; closer then I would have allowed anyone. We eventually married, and I became pregnant with our first child... That was three years ago, Now I watch as my son plays in the yard; he is only two and still learning all the ways of the world, but I will do my best to guide him. It is hard though for me, with the walls feeling so life less; I was so used to being on my own before, and now I have to stay strong for him. He was the reason for the laughter, he was my joy and hopes. Till the day he left me giving me the greatest gift I could ask for, our son. | |