What holds purpose to one, may be irrelevant to another. I may be looked down upon for writing this short tale, at this very moment I dont care. This is a story of life, love, and hope. My mother wanted to have one last child before she grew too old. She was inspired by my fathers passion and determination while they were colleagues at Boeing to pursue the birth of another child. My mother asked my father if he would be willing to donate sperm in her wishes to create life one more time. My father contemplated and the next day he gave my mother flowers and informed her that he could not let his sperm be used to create a child without have being in their life. Their first attempt failed and my mother miscarried although it devastated my mother and father they pursued their dreams again and succeeded in my birth. That is how I was born. My parents have shown true love to one another, my family, and I for over a quarter of a century. Recently I thought I had discovered love. I had been seeing a woman for weeks, after have knowing her only months, though it was such a short time, I felt different with her than any other girl I had been with in my time on this earth. I attempted to surprise her with flowers after she told me where she may go on a stormy, cold Thursday night. She never came. Out of strange coincidence she called me as I walked to my car, clutching a wet bouquet of flowers with my cold, numb hands. I told her what I did, she seemed flattered and made plans to come over to my house later that night. She never showed. Afterward no matter how gently I approached her, no matter how lightly I persisted as to not create discomfort, she avoided me. I knew it was too late, I knew I had reached out too far. I was told by her friends recently that I looked like a weirdo that had acted like a creep for showing up that night to present someone I had warmth for with those flowers. After that being said the same friend informed me that I was a good man, It was to late for that honey suckle bullshit, an effort by her friend to mask her true thoughts of how she really felt. The society we live in currently is one of cruel nature, viewing those who display adamant affection and passion to others as an outcast, an individual with weak and inferior characteristics. I will be patient and keep my eyes on the plan which is to improve the quality of life for others and help build America. It is terrible to live in this world without having someone to hold in these freezing, rigid times. If you have the privilege to wake up next to someone and look them in their beautiful eyes, cherish them, hold them with passion, purpose, and most importantly love. It may be the most relevant and meaningful thing you do in life.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 04:58:56 +0000
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