A Love Story

She patiently slipped away to herself. The silence of the early morning brought such tranquility. As the oldies played in the background…She was making a decision between the rest of her life or their life. Headstrong on the thought that you had to be selfish to be happy. She grew bitter. As days past the only idea of this, “WE” was in the way of things. However, she yearned and desired to follow her hopes and dreams. After all she had this way of bringing that out in others. It was her Mother that it came from. She has this polar opposite side. She could be so grounded! Except there was a side of her that learned to be bullet proof from the hurt. She was easy to fall is love with.

He rushed through the house searching for the essentials: phone, pants, wallet, keys. “Let’s go he says with a grin. It was the kind heavenly sent from angels, but cursed with hopelessness. It was never much for him to quit in the middle of success and leap in a whirlwind of unfamiliar territory. When it came to what he wanted, he was direct and relentless. At times he wanted her and other’s it was himself.

They shifted between paired excellence and one another’s bad habits. It was the epitome of the flipside.