Not all things in life are joyful and happy. Some things happen in life you want more than nothing to forget. Perhaps it's a failed relationship, or an incident that causes you great anxiety when you reflect on it. Other things you try so hard to forget they actually become a distant memory with time. Until you're reminded and the world crumbles around you.
I'll never forget the day I met one of the greatest people of my life. I'd only been with him a few months, but he's my everything. He's my shining light when I'm sinking below the surface. He's the rock I climb onto when the waters of life are roaring, carrying me adrift. I have no idea where I'd be without him.
We met in a grocery store not too long after I got off work. I bumped into him and he kept looking at me. After a while I got creeped out and approached him. I scalded him about it. He asked me if he looked familiar. I shook my head and he told me I looked like someone he went to high school with. I chuckled. Here I was thinking he was being a creep. He asked me to dinner and I have no idea why but I said yes. There was something about him, probably his smile, that made me so attracted to him.
After our date we hit it off and here we are today. We began living with each other a few weeks ago and I've loved every moment of it.
Today was the first day we'd lived in this apartment where he worked while I had the day off, so I stayed home alone.
Did I miss him when he left, absolutely. He was my main source of entertainment at this point. I'd cut so many people out of my life to be with him that I didn't anyone else to talk to. To be honest I didn't really trust anyone else outside of my boyfriend. Anyone I begin to make friends with, I tell them about our relationship and their first response is he's abusive and I should leave. I've had my fair share of abuse, I know what it looks like.
After a while with the same argument you find it far too easy to cut people out. Until eventually you're on your own.
When you're on your own for a while you start talking to yourself and become paranoid. And I hate the feeling that I might be going crazy, that's why I need my man in my life so desperately.
My attention was stolen away from my wandering thoughts when I heard the sound of dripping water from the faucet of the kitchen sink. I knew it was there, we're waiting on a plumber to come out and fix it. Until then it will continue to be the biggest pest and the greatest annoyance of the house.
I was used to the dripping, but there was something about the way it sounded when it dripped today that awakened something in my mind. It sounded so familiar. Did I hear that before in a dream or a movie? That had to be it. I kept trying to think of it as I listened carefully to the dripping. I grunted in frustration and then it hit me like a ton of bricks that had come tumbling down in my mind.
I was brought back to something that had happened such a long time ago. It couldn't have been longer than a few years. I thought I dreamed the entire thing but it was all too real.
There was one night I was sleeping after an exhausting day of work. I was awakened by the sound of water hitting the ground so close to my ear, followed by myself gasping for air. I tried opening my eyes but it was still dark. Was I wearing a blindfold? I tried taking it off but I think I was tied to a chair with my hands behind my back.
When the blindfold came off, I was face to face with someone that looked familiar. Where had I seen him before. I don't remember what he said but he called me "Doll." He hit me with something and I must've blacked out. I don't remember much after that but waking up the next morning in my bed. I was dressed in different clothes than I'd fallen asleep in the previous night.
After hours of trying to think of where I saw that person's face before, my boyfriend came home. "Hello, Doll." he greeted me.
I'll never forget the day I met one of the greatest people of my life. I'd only been with him a few months, but he's my everything. He's my shining light when I'm sinking below the surface. He's the rock I climb onto when the waters of life are roaring, carrying me adrift. I have no idea where I'd be without him.
We met in a grocery store not too long after I got off work. I bumped into him and he kept looking at me. After a while I got creeped out and approached him. I scalded him about it. He asked me if he looked familiar. I shook my head and he told me I looked like someone he went to high school with. I chuckled. Here I was thinking he was being a creep. He asked me to dinner and I have no idea why but I said yes. There was something about him, probably his smile, that made me so attracted to him.
After our date we hit it off and here we are today. We began living with each other a few weeks ago and I've loved every moment of it.
Today was the first day we'd lived in this apartment where he worked while I had the day off, so I stayed home alone.
Did I miss him when he left, absolutely. He was my main source of entertainment at this point. I'd cut so many people out of my life to be with him that I didn't anyone else to talk to. To be honest I didn't really trust anyone else outside of my boyfriend. Anyone I begin to make friends with, I tell them about our relationship and their first response is he's abusive and I should leave. I've had my fair share of abuse, I know what it looks like.
After a while with the same argument you find it far too easy to cut people out. Until eventually you're on your own.
When you're on your own for a while you start talking to yourself and become paranoid. And I hate the feeling that I might be going crazy, that's why I need my man in my life so desperately.
My attention was stolen away from my wandering thoughts when I heard the sound of dripping water from the faucet of the kitchen sink. I knew it was there, we're waiting on a plumber to come out and fix it. Until then it will continue to be the biggest pest and the greatest annoyance of the house.
I was used to the dripping, but there was something about the way it sounded when it dripped today that awakened something in my mind. It sounded so familiar. Did I hear that before in a dream or a movie? That had to be it. I kept trying to think of it as I listened carefully to the dripping. I grunted in frustration and then it hit me like a ton of bricks that had come tumbling down in my mind.
I was brought back to something that had happened such a long time ago. It couldn't have been longer than a few years. I thought I dreamed the entire thing but it was all too real.
There was one night I was sleeping after an exhausting day of work. I was awakened by the sound of water hitting the ground so close to my ear, followed by myself gasping for air. I tried opening my eyes but it was still dark. Was I wearing a blindfold? I tried taking it off but I think I was tied to a chair with my hands behind my back.
When the blindfold came off, I was face to face with someone that looked familiar. Where had I seen him before. I don't remember what he said but he called me "Doll." He hit me with something and I must've blacked out. I don't remember much after that but waking up the next morning in my bed. I was dressed in different clothes than I'd fallen asleep in the previous night.
After hours of trying to think of where I saw that person's face before, my boyfriend came home. "Hello, Doll." he greeted me.
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