November 2009
I cant help but close my eyes and think of everything it could have been. We drifted so far away but yet all I want is to be so close. It feels like yesterday when I was face to face with him, staring into his beautiful eyes, thinking nothing could be so perfect. Every night before I fall asleep , I stare at our star, Every morning as I get out of bed I stare at the flowers he planted for me. So much of him is still here with lingering over my every move. Every time the air gently glides across my face all I feel is his hand rubbing the side of my cheek whispering I love you in my ear. It’s been a couple of years now since his death. I just cant seem to get him out of my mind. If you would of asked me if this is how life would lead me to I would say you would be lying. Now I’ve come to realize that not everything in life is always fair. This might be our end but at the same time it’s a start to a new beginning. It will take a while to fill this hole of sadness in my heart. Its true when people tell you that love is the only weapon that can truly damage a persons soul.
It all started with Eric. From the first time we touched hands to the last time I got to see his face. Everything seemed to perfect to end so badly. We were best friends. I still remember the first time I saw him. We both were at the airport in Charolette, North Carolina. I just got back from seeing my family in New York. It was about 5:00 when I stepped off the plane. Walking to the baggage claim I get my things and off I go into the streets of Charolette. Trying to get a taxi I saw a man. He was tall close to 6ft , He was muscular and stood up so straight. His beautiful blue eyes stroke me as astonishing. His brown ruggish hair blew in the wind. Cars were honking their horns trying to get him out of the road. All he could do is keep his eyes locked on mine.
As the taxi approached I start to get in. That’s when he came to the door. I still remember the first thing he ever told me.
“May I join you?”
Just those 4 words stuck to me like glue. The whole ride back all we did was talk about our lives and about us. We connected instantly. For that hour I felt like all my worries in life had just disappeared. That hour started everything.
“When will I be able to see you again?” He asks.
“How about tomorrow night at the café on 103rd street in the city?” Hoping he would say yes. I thought I was alittle crazy, wanting to meet a complete stranger. But truth be told he didn’t feel like a stranger. It felt like I knew him my whole life.
Of course. That sounds great. 6 sound good? He asks.
I smiled… Sounds great.
The taxi pulled to a stop and my time has come to get out.
As I open the door I get up and hear him asks.
I don’t think I caught your name?
I pause for a moment forgetting my name for a second.
Emma.
Im Eric! Nice to meet you again.
“You too!”
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The memories are still alive in me each day I live. All of my life I never thought I could fall in love. Eric proved me wrong. I will never forget the last words he ever told me, The last promise ill ever hear him say.
“Emma, promise me that you will live a happy life. After all of this know how much I love you. I couldn’t have had a better 3 years with you than I did. You will make another man very happy one day. Don’t cut yourself short. Don’t stop living if life doesn’t go as planned. I love you Sweetheart!”
As I live today I try to keep this promise. Its easier said then done I’ve learned. He left me a letter that will make sense of all of this one day. But for now I leave it un open on my journal. The only pieces of writing that I have left of him.
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