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This is my main toon on World of Warcraft. I have become addicted to this game ever soooo slowly It really is a fun game, and allows for great social encounters.
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Howdy ya’ll!

Well, I had a pretty good weekend…

Friday night I actually crawled in bed and watched a movie.  A movie I have seen before, but I love it!  One of my fave movies =)  I laid in bed and watched The Notebook.  This movie ALWAYS makes me cry.  It is such a perfect romance.  With love and loss, and finding love again…sigh….

Saturday I got up early and went and met up with a friend and washed the truck and made her all pretty, for the club meet.  Then we went to the meet, and got to see some really hot cars.  After that we went out to Firehouse Subs, and had dinner, then off to a friends house to get ready to go out.  We went to a Karaoke bar first, then ended up and a little hole in the wall place.  All in all it was a pretty fun evening.  Didn’t get home til very early this morning…I am exhausted.

Today we just hung out here at the house.  I am in the process of putting a video together for a friend on one of the forums.  Hope she likes it!

See ya’ll later!

Hugs and Kisses,

Kitty

Your letting him get to you. You held on to long. I was there once, I know how you feel. He roped me in the exact same way. The only thing I don’t understand…is why you? Your just a plain jane tomboy. Not usually his type. He loves the well bred sophisticated types, and you sure as hell don’t fit that. I mean for God’s sake you drive a truck! Oh well, maybe he knows that we are catching on to his wiley ways. Just remember what I said, and you will be fine….Don’t let him dig in to deep.

Sincerely, Me

I reread the email again. Damn that prissy know-it-all attitude. I am a plain jane tomboy! Whatever! I pushed myself away from the desk and turned away from the brightness of the monitor. How does she know so much about me? Not a whole lot of ‘High Class Sophisticated Girls’ around here.

I decided to hop in the shower, and let the hot water wash away all the dirtiness I was feeling. I let the water heat up, and then stepped in gingerly, is was a little hotter than I normally liked it. I washed my hair, and then my body. That is when the memory came back to me.

***

“Hey, so I decided to give you a call, we are headed down to the river on Saturday if you wanna come.” I said quietly into the phone.

“Jesse, so glad to hear from you. I would love to come down to the river, but I don’t think it’s the greatest place for the Porsche, though. Think I could just catch a ride with you?”

“Sure, I love to drive, and we can talk on the way. I usually leave here about 10, but I don’t know where you are, so we may need to leave early.”

Josh laughed, “Well, I am out near Weatherford. Hope that isn’t to far outta the way, I will cover the gas and drinks.”

“Ummm, nope shouldn’t be to far outta the way, Glenrose is South of you, we can just take the back roads. More fun for the truck.” I grinned as I thought about all the twisty roads, I thought about how fun it would be to drive his porsche on those roads. “So we will need to leave your place by 9, you okay with that? Also, make sure you have a good pair of old shoes to wear in the river that you don’t mind getting muddy and wet, and a sturdy pair of swim trunks.”

“No Problems Jessers. I will send you directions. Is this your cell number?”

“Yeah, just text ‘em to me, and I will see you Saturday about 8:30 or so.”

“Later”

“Later” I pressed the end button on my cell, and squealed excitedly. I called my Best Friend Shelly, and told her I was bringing a friend on Saturday. She squealed just as loudly. I told her all about last Saturday as I opened a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Half Baked Ice Cream. We talked for an hour, then I told her I would see her Saturday, and to make sure that her brothers mind their manners.

Saturday morning, I was up at 6am. Showered, hair up in a ballcap, my lime green bikini top with a white tank top over it, and my cut off’s with my ‘River’ shoes, a beat up pair of what used to be white, canvas tennies. I grabbed my ice chest, and tossed it in the back, and bungeed it to the toolbox, so it wouldn’t slide around, grabbed my tent and an overnight bag, just in case we stayed later than expected, and threw them in the toolbox.

It was 7:00 when I left my place, and 8:15 when I got to Josh’s place, I pulled up outside a beautiful two story brick house. I swear I could have fit three of my apartments in his downstairs area. The garage was massive from what I could see from the outside. He walked out to meet me, he had an overnight bag as well.

“Be Prepared, isn’t that the Boyscout motto?” He laughed as he threw his bag into the toolbox.

“Something like that.” I smiled at him.

We hopped into the truck, and we were off. We drove with just the music for a while, until he half turned and looked at me. I was trying to keep my focus on the road, but kept peaking over at him.

“So, where are you dragging me off to?”

I grinned, “Well, my Best Friend form highschool has some land out in Glenrose, with a good chunk of River on it and a great mudding hole that her brothers play in with their, ummm, toys. Sometimes we camp out all night, just depends on the weather.”

“Hmmm, so you do this every weekend?”

“Nope, just when we can, in the Summer we try for every weekend, but stuff comes up, so we don’t always get to. In the Fall, we go out and play in the leaves, and Spring it’s always raining, so we mud around and play on the four wheelers. It’s fun, and a getaway from the city life.” I looked both ways before crossing the railroad tracks.

“Sounds like you two are pretty close?”

“Yeah, she has been there for me, ever since I lost my parents in a car accident. They were on their way to my graduation party. A big rig came over into their lane, and they hit a bridge pillar at 70mph. The coroner said they didn’t suffer, they died on impact. I choose to believe that, for my own well being. After the funeral, Shelly, my best friend, and her family looked after me.”

“Wow, I am sorry for your loss. It’s great that you have such a close friend.”

We drove in silence for a bit. “So, what about you Josh, that’s an expensive house and car you got there.”

“Well, my dad is in the oil business in South Texas. I chose to live closer to where my mom was raised. He set me up. House, cars, whatever. He and Mom have been seperated for about three years now. She lives down the road in the family house.”

Again, the silence. After driving for about two hours, we finally reached Shelly’s turnoff for the ranch. We drove over the cattle-guard, and into the hilly countryside.

We drove about 5 miles, and on the horizon was a single story ranch house that was surrounded by dogs, and vehicles. There were two basset hounds baying as we pulled in, along with Black Labrador and a Golden Retriever. There in the driveway was a black Jeep Wrangler with the ‘Mudding Package’ on it. An 08 Chevy truck with a ‘Mudding Package’ on it, and two Ford Broncos.

The front door opened as I pulled in, and Shelly and her three brothers came running out the door. I stopped threw the truck in park, hopped out and was immediately pulled into a group hug.

“Josh, this is Shelly, Bobby, James, and Johnny. They will be our guide this weekend.” At that, the boys grabbed me and together hoisted me up in the air, and carried me toward the house.

“Mom has cookies waiting on you, little bit.” Johnny the youngest with chocolate brown eyes, and jet black hair hollered.

I laughed and told them I could walk just fine. Josh was trying to hide a laugh. Shelly walked over to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, “Welcome to Heathenville, make yourself at home.”

The boys put me down at the porch, and the basset hounds Betsy and Bo came sidling up to me. I rubbed them both down as I wandered inside to grab a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie. Josh following along, like he belonged there.

(More to come)

Number 1

He walked up to me, put his strong arms around me, kissed me softly, and told me it was all going to be okay. I told him, I wasn’t sure if it really would be okay…He said, as long as you keep me in here, and pointed at my heart, I will be okay. Nothing can break me, when your not here. Kissed me softly one more time, then turned and walked away.

Number 2

What are we doing here? Why isn’t he here like he is supposed to be. I feel his presence, I don’t see him.

I feel a soft pressure on my shoulder, I turn and there he is, blue eyes shining. He walks across the room, and whispers that I can’t possibly feel the way I do. I look at him, and see a strange look come across those eyes, his frown deepens. I wonder aimlessly through a fog, searching for him.

Number 3

There he is…laughing. I watch from distance…he looks over his shoulder with a puzzled look. I smile deep inside, he can’t see me. I float away on a breeze….

Number 4

He shouts at me in a deep voice. Get over it, he says, and walks away. I stare after him. He turns, and sees the tears shining in my eyes. Comes back to me, and puts his arms around me, kisses the tears away. He says he is sorry, and doesn’t really want to hurt me, but it’s just better this way. I try to tell him…try…he just looks at me with those eyes…smiles softly. It’ll only hurt for a minute, then the pain will go away. I told him…it will hurt forever, and the pain will always be there. If he really wants it this way, then he can have it, but I would rather not. He hugs me gently, and tells me that I will be okay…he is just a memory…..

Number 5

I lay there giggling, his fingers running over my ribs, finding the little ticklish spots. I smile up at him, he smiles back. This is how it should have been, he says. Kissed me deeply….and the rest was history.

We lay there quietly, I can hear his breathing. I feel his heartbeat in his chest. His fingers play softly in my hair. This is how it could have been.

Number 6

I sit there on the floor, looking across the room at him on the other side. I can help you, you know that…I ask him. He says he knows that. We all would help. He nods. Why won’t you? He tells me that he has to many responsibilities to just up and go. But we miss you, and we love you, I respond with tears stinging my eyes. I know, he says. But there is nothing that I can do. It’s just isn’t meant to be.

There are boxes everywhere. I thought you had responsibilities…I ask. I do, this isn’t for that. This is for me. Not for you, not for them. I have to do this to move on, I have to do this…there is no other choice. The tears sting my eyes again.

I am running up a circular flight of stairs. I have to help him, I yell. No, you can’t she yells back, it isn’t your place, your not the one to do it. But I helped before, he needs to know I will be there. She yells back…Not this time…It’s not your time to help. I have to help him, I yell back…I love him! She tells me she knows….but it just isn’t the right time or place for it now. I run into a brick wall.

This is a glimpse into my dreams….they have been insane the past couple of weeks. I have alot of stuff on my mind…as you can tell. These are the ones I remember…there are others…others that caused me to wake in a cold sweat…I don’t remember them….I wish I could…

So…yeah…if that doesn’t make you think, I don’t know what will….

I can read them clearly, I don’t want to read them…most of them say the things I don’t want to hear… Maybe I need to look at them like someone looking in at them, instead of seeing them through my eyes.

It’s clear, my subconscious is telling me to give up. It’s just not that easy….

The core of my being wants it to be all hugs and kisses with a fairy tale ending where, I get the prince and live happily ever after. My mind sees the truth behind it all, and questions it.

Of course all girls believe in happily ever after, and all girls believe that when they find their love, it finds them right back. It’s not always that easy…sometimes the prince may not want to be in that fairy tale ending.

I am kinda freaking myself out right now…it’s weird. I am seeing more when I write it down, than when I saw it in my sleep. What do I do from here. Do I continue to wait? Do I continue to wonder? Do I try to suck it up and look to something else? I really don’t want to. I have had 3 guys over the past 6 weeks ask me out. I told them no…why…because I just don’t want to. I have no want of anyone else….

Funny how that happens…right?

Well, I am off to bed…Ya’ll have a good night.

Hugs and Kisses,

Kitty

So, I stood there gawking at this handsome stranger. I thought my jaw was going to fall off if it dropped any lower.

“Well? Wanna go hang for a bit, your plans got cancelled, mine don’t seem so interesting anymore. We could go over to Steak and Shake, grab a burger, I will even buy.” Josh looked at me with those blue eyes, and flashed that smile.

I felt my knees quiver just a little, and a pink tinge came to my cheeks. I looked up and threw all caution to the wind. “Why the hell not? Let’s go! Bet I beatcha there!” I grabbed my keys out of my pocket and took off for the driver’s door. He stood there for a second, then it hit him.

“Your on!” I heard the door to the porche shut just as I started up the truck. Luckily there wasn’t a car in front of me, so I shot through the space in front, while he had to back out of his spot. I knew there was no way that my beat up 87 Chevy was gonna beat him there, but I needed something to distract my mind from the very real thoughts I was having.

He beat me to Stake N Shake by 30 seconds. That was because some slow person cut me off. I hopped outta the truck and giggled as I walked up to him, “I would have totally beat you here, if it hadn’t been for that stupid little Civic that cut me off.”

“I totally thought you had it!” Josh laughed as he held the door open to the restaurant. “I would have felt kinda stupid if you had beat me, I mean you ARE a Girl.” He laughed harder and ducked behind the door, as I glared and walked through.

We ordered burgers and shakes, and shared an order of onion rings. We talked about nothing. It was all in all, kinda fun. I didn’t learn anything spectacular about him, and didn’t tell him any more about me. We literally talked about nothing.

After we ate, and finished off our milkshakes, he walked me out to my truck, he looked me right in the eye, and then leaned in and kissed me softly. It felt like electricity was swimming through my veins. After the briefest second of shock, I kissed back.

We pulled away from each other hesitantly, he looked at me with those incredibly blue eyes, and I thought my knees were going to give out. “Thank you for letting me take you to dinner. I hope we can see each other again. Then handed me a napkin with his number on it, and said, give me a call someday, maybe we can do it again.” And walked away.

I stood there with the truck door open and my lips wet with his kiss. My heart racing and my knees weak. He drove away, slowly, it that screaming yellow porche, and my heart skipped a beat, as I wondered….would I ever get the nerve to call him?

***

I stormed around my apartment as I remembered the whole stupid ordeal!! Why did I let myself fall for it all. Why?? I finally resigned myself to sit down in front of my computer. I opened up my email, and there it was. An email from the one who started it all. Why do people have to just put themselves there, in that one place where you feel like you are safe? Why do they have to bring you the news that breaks open your safehaven and tears down all the walls you built up?

I looked at the from address in the eamil, and wondered if I should open it. There was already enough hurt they brought into my life. Do I want to bring more? I clicked the email, and began to read.

(more to come)

Howdy!

I am home…I had a fabulous week in Georgia, and it couldn’t have ended any better. I had a great time…got to see new things, the kids had a blast, and I am thoroughly exhausted…but not the least bit sleepy. My left arm is sunburned from the drive home….It almost glows.

Sooo…let me sum it all up for you

The drive there last Saturday was wet and rainy…Sunday was drizzly as well, but we all loaded up and went to the mall there. We played the slot cars…checked out Bass Pro Shops, and Ezri tried to ‘shoot’ a little toy rifle at their ‘shooting’ range…that was funny

Monday was the aquarium and the world of Coke. They were both incredibly awesome!! The whale sharks and the beluga whales were incredible. The tunnel you walk through and the sharks and fish swim over you…that was awe inspiring, and sooo cool!! That was my favorite part . The World of Coke was pretty neat too…we got a free bottle of Coke after walking through the whole thing. Tuesday was the zoo. I got to see Pandas!!! That was to cool. We all had a really good time. The Fort Worth Zoo, is way better than the Atlanta Zoo, but it was still really neat-o!!

Wednesday was Andy’s birthday, so…we hung out at the house, then surprised Andy with a trip to Medieval Times Dinner and Tournament. Andy loved it!! He was sooo excited. Ezri loved it too, she wants to go next year for her birthday.

Thursday was the Atlanta Historical Museum, that was fascinating. We got to tour the Tulley Smith Farm and the Swan House. It was really neat. I learned quite a bit about that era.

Friday was going to be our last day in Atlanta. We went to the Museum of Natural History. They had an awesome dinosaur exhibit. Then we went to Bahama Breeze for dinner. Then went back to the house, packed up everything, put the kids to bed, and watched a movie. It was a great night!! Wish it wouldn’t have ended……

So, I have to say that goodbye this time, was a little easier than last time. I still cried a little. I am still gonna miss the fire out of him and the girls. But, I get to talk to him, just about every day, so it’s not quite as hard. I figure it will take about 8 hours of me sitting here in front of my computer, to realize I can’t just look up and see him and the girls…and then it will hit me all over again, and the tears will come again. If not when I finally crawl into bed. It’s really amazing to me, that he affects me the way he does….. If you could read my mind….

Well, I guess I am going to call it a night here. Hope all is well in ya’lls world!!

Hugs and Kisses,

Kitty

How cute!

You say it like you mean it. And in ways you do.

Then you look deep inside, and realize how jealous you really are. All around you…they are holding hands, kissing, and holding each other. You sit back and watch it all, and you can taste it, feel it, and want it. And then again, you don’t. You know…you have been there, and it was fun, and great…and then….

I am a romantic at heart. I love all the cutesy little names couples call each other. I love all the cutesy stuff that couples do. I love all the fun little things that couples do for each other. I think that I was ruined to it…I want it…and yet I don’t. With all the cutesy stuff, comes the heartache…am I right? No…not all of it ends in heartache. Some of it is total bliss, and so not heartache. Look at all the couples out there celebrating 50, 60, 70 years of marriage. I would love to be there….I think unfortunately though, that will never happen. I am past the point of being able to find someone that will love me like I want to be loved. Yeah, that sounds selfish…It is in a way, I know. But when you put forth all your love, to have it turned aside, you would feel that way to. I have love to give, and I want to give it, but…

So…I have been thinking…

Can you hear the wheels squeaking? I am waiting…what am I waiting on? I know…and I know that it may be worth waiting for…but is it worth waiting forever for? Losing out on the chance to experience all the other things that are placed before you? I haven’t quite figured that part out. I want nothing more than this one thing……yet…it eludes me…it is evasive in many ways. I think that I really need to observe it all…Maybe it’s time I realized, it’s not worth waiting forever for, and maybe it will realize all of this to late…and be the thing to have the regrets…..

I am off to bed…to think…and cry…and realize….what conclusion will I come to? Only time will tell….

Hugs and Kisses,

Kitty

Fall is in the Air!! Yay!! I love Fall. The cooler weather, the turning of the leaves. It’s glorius!! I love wearing my baggy sweatshirts and hoodies!! Jeans and Sweat pants…being lazy on a nice Autumn day and jsut reading under a tree…

So, let’s make this Fall a good one, and make it memorable!!

Hugs and Kisses,

Kitty

I sit here in the dark considering what it will take to start a new life. My name is Callie. That isn’t short for anything, it’s just Callie. I have lived in the same place for the last thirty or so years. A white house with a white picket fence and blue shutters on the windows. It was the house my mom and dad built when they got married. It is one story, has three bedrooms, a formal dining area, a living room, and huge kitchen and three full baths. You would think they built it to house an army. It was just me and them though. Up until a few years ago, then it became just me.

So, let me tell you a little about me. I am thirty years old; I have no kids, never been married, and have no desire for either. I grew up an only child. My life was full of all the things I could have ever wanted. My parents weren’t rich, but they were well taken care of. They tried to give me everything I wanted. I wanted to grow up and live a life of solitude, on an island in the Pacific, away from this dumpy little town in Texas. Mom and Dad said that wasn’t an option, I needed to go to college, and make something of myself. So, I went, and I majored in nothing, and minored in everything. They finally got frustrated at putting money into school, and told me I could come back home to stay until I figured out what I wanted out of life. Again, I told them, a life of solitude on a quiet little Pacific island. Still, they said that they would prefer that I wait. Why? I would ask. They said it was in my best interest. So, as life went on around me, I got a job at the local restaurant when I was twenty. It was my first job, and I loved it! I was the hostess, the manager said I had the eyes for it. I always wondered what my eyes had to do with being hostess, but I guess he knew what he was talking about. I worked four nights a week and they were mainly the end of the week. On my days off, I would read the latest novel and just be lazy. I never spent a lot of time with my parents from the time I was about twenty up to the time that they died. They wanted me around, but were never around themselves. I always found it odd, I guess it explains a lot later.

After working at the restaurant for eight months, the manager said he needed someone to run the night shift, and wanted to know if I thought I could handle it. I was already doing most of it now. I accepted it, and worked almost seven days a week for the next year. I opened up a savings account, and called it my Pacific account. It was eventually going to get me out of this rat hole town.

I had a pretty good amount in my savings after that year. I also got promoted to district night manager. It was amazing, I was doing so well. I bought my first car, and was actually looking at an apartment closer to work, and that’s when things started happening. Mom got sick first. It started with a cough, and then the cough got worse, which lead to pneumonia. She was in and out of the hospital for the next year. The doctors tried everything and couldn’t find anything to make it go away. Dad came down with it next and after trying to juggle a full time job and caring for my parents, I had to give up the job I loved so much. They were both sick for the next year and a half or so.

On my twenty fifth birthday, I woke up, and the house was still and quiet. There was no smell of fresh coffee brewing like normal. No news on the television in the living room. It was deathly quiet. I rolled out of bed, and put my bare feet on the wood floor, and threw a robe over my nightgown, and walked through the house. It was still, to still. I knocked on my parent’s door. No answer. I could hear the small beep of their alarm through the door. I knocked again, and then turned the handle.

They were both lying on the bed. Eyes closed. It looked like they were sleeping. The only problem was that they were white, to white. Their chests did not rise and fall with the breath, that should have been there. I stood there. I expected them to reach over and turn the alarm off. I don’t know how long I stood there, finally I went to the bedside table, and turned the beep of the alarm off, and picked up the phone, and dialed 9-1-1.

The paramedics arrived rather quickly. They pronounced them dead at the scene, and called in the coroner. Tom came out, and told me, that he would be as gentle as possible with them. I left the house while they removed the bodies. I came back a few hours later, and started taking care of all the arrangements. I got in touch with family and friends, and arranged the funeral, and the viewing. My parents were well prepared, they had a life insurance policy set up, and had already bought side by side plots in the cemetery around the corner. I buried them a few days later. The funeral seemed to go on forever. I went back to the little white house, and there was an envelope taped to the door, with my name carefully handwritten in blue ink. I pulled it off, and carried it inside with all of the other correspondence out of the mailbox. Tossed it all on the counter in the kitchen, and walked into my room for the last twenty five years of my life, and looked around. It hadn’t changed much. Something in the back of my mind clicked. I went over to my wall, and starting ripping all the pictures, and cards, and dried flowers off and throwing them across the room to the little garbage can. I ran my arm along the dresser top where little glass figurines of unicorns and teddy bears crashed to the wood floor. Tears sprang up in my green eyes. I ran my hand through my brown hair. I walked over to my bed, grabbed my white Chanel blanket, and a pillow, and walked into the spare bedroom, lay down on the bed, and cried myself to sleep.

I woke up several hours later. My head felt like there were tiny little men with big hammers banging on my skull. I crawled out of the full size bed, and walked down the hall past the closed door of my parent’s room, and into the rest of the house. I grabbed some ibuprofen out of the cabinet in the kitchen and walked to my room to clean up the crazy mess I had made earlier. I walked through the doorway, and had to stop.

Everything was back in place. My figurines were on the dresser, still in one piece. All of the stuff I threw in the garbage, was back on the walls. I stood there, trying to absorb the information my brain was trying to process. I know what I did. I still had a cut on my foot from stepping in the glass on the floor. I stood there, stock still.

A knock on the door, scared me out of my thoughts. Who would be knocking this late. I went to the front door, and opened it. There on the door, was another envelope, with my name on it, in the same blue ink.

I opened the envelope, and read the letter inside:

Dearest Callie,

I am writing to you today, because your parents have passed on from this world and into their next life. I need to talk with you about their will. I know that you are an only child, but there are things that need to be told. Some of them are about the care and upkeep of the house. Please be at my office by 10:00 a.m. in the morning. The address is listed below.

Sincerely,

K

That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. I looked at my watch. It was almost midnight. I grabbed my blanket from the spare room and went to sleep on the couch, and set my phone alarm to wake me up at 8:00 a.m. It was time some questions got answered. One of them being my room. I know what I did. There was no explanation for any of it. None.

(to be continued)

The shower was refreshingly hot, it awakened the sleepy parts of my mind and body. I stepped gingerly onto the cold grey tile of the bathroom floor and toweled myself off. Wrapping my hair up in a towel and another around my body, I wander back into the kitchen to grab another cup of hot tea. Sipping it slowly so I wouldn’t scald my tongue, I thought about the dreams I had been having lately. They were really beautiful in color and I could almost feel the textures. I could hear the sounds. It was almost as if I were there, in person. I just have never been to any of these places or seen them anywhere. So vibrant and wonderful, and yet so intense and almost scary.

I set my empty cup in the sink, and went to get dressed for work. After throwing myself into a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, I slipped on a pair of tennis shoes, the bathroom was my next stop to run a brush through my wet hair, and then headed for the door. I grabbed my purse and keys off the counter, I opened the door, and there you were. Standing there, looking at me with those sky blue eyes. I stopped dead in my tracks, this wasn’t possible! You were gone, out of my life for over a year now. How? They said there was no way, you wouldn’t have made it alive. The rain, the waves, the sharks in the area…..

You smiled at me. I felt as though my blood ran cold. I got light headed, my pulse quickened. I had to be dreaming. You just stood there, and stared at me. “Well, aren’t you going to say hello?” The words seemed to hit me like bricks. I sat down right there in the doorway, Buster skitzed, and ran for the bedroom.

“Am I dreaming again? This can’t be real, we had a funeral, they said you would never had made it to shore, not against the currents and the sharks that were drawn to the scene…” The words rushed from my mouth, then my breathing began to speed up, and then I started to cry.

He took my hands, pulled me from the floor, and into a tight embrace. He held me as I sobbed. He walked me over to the couch, and had me sit down.

“I want to tell you everything, but first you need to calm down, call work, tell them you won’t be in. Then we will sit here and have a talk.” He looked at me with those sky blue eyes, and I immediately began to calm down. My sobbing slowed. I grabbed the cell phone out of my pocket and called the boss. Told her that I wasn’t feeling well, and would not be in.

I turned my complete attention to the man beside me on the couch. The man I thought had died a year ago in a ferry crash a lifetime away from where I am now. I had finally gotten past it all. Here it was again to haunt me…this time it wasn’t a dream.

(to be continued)