This is my love story.
We met through my sister actually. I was young, then, but then so was she. We we're about the same age when we met, 16 years old. I met her when I was dressed up in my overly preppy private-school uniform, and she was just hanging out in a mechanics shop. Yeah, it was a bit intimidating, and truth be told, it wasn't love at first sight. She had an amazing body, though, and her voice- my God when she talked everybody in the room stopped to listen. To me however, she was just another girl and I was just another guy. We didn't see much of each other for the next few years, and I saw my fair share of others, and I'm sure she saw her's too, but always she was in the back of my mind somewhere.
One night she needed a place to stay, and my dad offered our house, and she just kinda ended up living with us. Thats how me finally got to know each other. I think we spent nearly every hour of free time we had together. I was always talking about her to my friends at school ( I was a senior in high school by then) and yes, my dad and I had many talks about her and I. It was amazing. The days grew longer and hotter as summer came nearer, and i couldn't wait to spend my whole summer with her. Then one day, about near the end of my senior year of school, I heard those words I waited for so long to hear. She was mine. I was hers. It was going to be the best summer ever.
Truth be told, it was. We did spend nearly every day and night together, just the two of us. There were days when I absolutely couldn't wait to get off of work just to see her when I got home, and when I woke up, I knew she'd be there, waiting. I can still remember days just the two of us, driving around with the wind messing up everything, but we didn't care, because we were together. We once stayed out till 7am, just driving around, waiting for the city to wake up. I boasted all about her to all of my friends. I'm not saying we were perfect, I mean sure we had problems; who didn't have problems? But we were each willing to forgive each other.
Except something was wrong. I knew it from the beginning, and I expected it all along, but still when it comes its a surprise, because every day I was with her I was thinking in the back of my mind that maybe today won't be the day. It had to come, though, and it did one day. I woke up like normal but she wasn't feeling well enough to go out anywhere like we used to. We had just gone out the night before, and she did seem a little sick, but I didn't think it was anything serious. That morning, though, she couldn't even move. It was a beautiful Wednesday morning, and I had all these plans with her, but all we could do was sit there and watch the birds fly by. I called my dad to tell him what was wrong, because my dad always knew what to do, and he'd know just how to fix her, and we even took her to professionals, but nobody really knew exactly what to do. She was sick, plain and simple, and sometimes there isn't a thing you can do.
Its just the way life is- sometimes its good and sometimes its bad. This was one of those bad times. She was a strong girl, though, and she fought through it all, just to be with me, but I didn't want her to do that. I wanted her to rest, stay home, and not risk breaking down or fainting or heat exhaustion just to have fun with me. I needed her home, and I'd stay with her as much as I could; we spent nearly every day of the past summer at home together. Every now and then, she'd feel strong enough and she'd be just like her old self, but those times never lasted long, much as I wanted them to.
So time past, and she wasn't getting better. I wanted so much for her to be better so we could go back to how we were before, but it never happened, and i began to think that maybe I couldn't take care of her as well as some others. Simply put, we didn't have the money to take care of her. Somebody else had to, though, so I tried asking for help, but nothing really came through, and in the end it wouldn't have mattered anyways. So she died one night. She was really quiet the whole week, mostly sleeping, but one morning I tried saying hello, and she didn't turn over. She was gone for good, and there was no bringing her back.
Its a bit strange, when somebody you've loved so much for so long isn't there anymore. You wake up, and you expect everything to be the same, but nothing is, and it takes you a bit to get used to the fact that they're just not going there anymore. So you go through your day, but you're really not there, because you still think about the times you spent with her, and for a moment, you're there. You're back to just the two of ya'll again, going all over the city, and nothing is better than those quick moments of happiness. Then you open your eyes, and you see the gray walls around you, and they're even more depressing now that she won't be there, but still you have the slightest smile on your face, because you remember her, and maybe thats all she ever wanted from you anyways.
