| ?amp;I screaming at the top of my lungs pretending the echoes belong to someone. Someone I used to know.?BR>-The Postal Service
It all had to start when I met you. But I not sorry I did. It was what changed my life.
April showers had been routine for everybody. Sunny for an hour or two, then going to a complete downpour. But I didn mind. I loved this kind of rain. The sun was still shining in the clear blue sky &rain fell from the heavens like the world was coming to an end. I spent countless hours looking straight into the sky, watching the droplets fell onto my glasses and blur my vision. But it was okay, for a moment, I felt alive.
This was one of those days.
Going home from a pleasant walk in the rain, I undid my umbrella for the rain had temporarily stopped. Looking into the sky, I forget why I ever decided to live in a big city. But for a moment, the city was silent. It was early morning, early enough to say quiet for a while. The sky was shining through the trees in the quaint neighborhood &feel upon my face. I stood there for a moment, soaking up the warm light. I finally decided head back home, remembering not to get distracted by the beautiful day.
I unlocked my apartment door and walked into my familiar home. I had arrived just in time. The sun was peaking through my window in the living room, falling onto the giant red chair situated in the perfect spot.
I brewed a pot of jasmine tea, which reminded me of a lazy day in London, and rested along the contour of my chair, looking into the awaking city. I watched the street below, seeing businessmen, artists, &assorted people filling up the city, on their way to work. Going through the motions, they do work, eat, sleep, work, eat, and sleep. They spent their lives coloring by the numbers so their lives come out looking like it does on the box.
For me, I spent my life writing. Most of it came through my personal experiences. I found that I wrote the best talking about it. So, I spend my days writing short stories and essays for magazines, newspapers, &anything thatl pay me to write. I acquired my apartment from a lucky deal I had with the landlord. I write her tales of lovesick individuals and their search for true love &she cuts my rent.
Of course, writing those stories never felt real. None of these things ever happened in real life. I consider myself a realistic &a perfect love was certainly unrealistic. There were three loves of my life, number three, Aaron. Aaron was one of those guys you could count on to fix the cabinet in your kitchen &oddly, that was how we met. The relationship lasted a year and two months. We would do normal couple things, movies&dinner, etc, etc?But with him, the butterflies stopped. &I couldn imagine spending the rest of my life with him. I saw myself getting older &I realized I needed someone who was going to be there for me.
Lover number two, Nathan. Nathan was truly a hopeless romantic &I loved every minute of it. He would send me old-fashioned love letters through the mail, left tulips at my door when I went out, &told me I was different from any girl he had ever met. I had met him in a record shop, along Rosette Boulevard, looking for an old Smiths CD. Ironically, Nathan never liked the Smiths. Maybe that was clue to why the relationship never lasted. I was in a bind where he loved me more than I had loved him.
But, there was avid. He was what many people would say your irst love.?No, not the first-boyfriend-you-ever-said- Love You?to. He was the first love of my life &coincidentally; I don think I ever really got over him. Years after we broke up, I still compared him to every guy I dated. He was always he one that got away.?I knew him from a while back. We went to college together but we never really talked. It was after a couple of years after we graduated that I met him at a party. I guess we just clicked after that. Everything about him was?different. I can explain it, but the time I spent with him was completely different and new from everything I had ever experienced. The best part was that the feeling was mutual. He was such a great guy, but I knew I wasn good enough for him. I realized I was faulty. I slipped-up &I think I made the biggest mistake of my life. |
