Thursday, September 29, 2011

Rain is a good thing.

Italian boy.


He had a red sports car and a dimple, charming, and rumor had it that he knew how to get a lady. I had no interest in the beginning, It all unleashed at once, suddenly we were together everyday.   I should have known that my life likes to get tangled up, it tests me just to watch me make all the wrong choices. We weren't in love, not even close.

All we were then was speeding back to school to get me to practice on time, we were back road crusin, ya know, purposely taking the long way home.
I was struck for a while and when the leaves would change to bright colors something nudged me and reminded me. 
It wasn't much though, I mean, all we were was pond jumping maniacs, I was a jacket stealing machine, and he stopped at the same spot before dropping me off every night.
It was horse feeding, cooking failures, getting caught in the rain, slow country music in the back ground of every good conversation.
It was his mommas kisses on both of my cheeks always welcoming me in, the best dinner, sweet smile, another kiss on the cheek to remind me to come back again.


I had a blast with him.


We BOTH knew that it would go no where.

We grew fond of each other though, I grew comfortable with his presence, his hands, the smell of his car.
Our hearts weren't crazy for each other and unless it's crazy love, what's the point?
So we eventually called quits. It was sad but it had to be done..
I care about him, I do, I do, I do, this was just adventures, it was a step from healing from my previous heart ache with.. what's his name?
It was to show me that there was more out there, but being spontaneous can hurt sometimes too. When he was gone I felt a sting but the memory of it makes me smile above all.


He'll graduate soon and I really do hope we meet again in the future and become the friends I know we can be.
& I pray he'll follow his dreams and that he'll proudly serve our country one day.

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