Last night
I hooked up with my highschool flame in highschool. We fell in love and had one of those innocent highschool relationships filled with dances and late nights at friends houses. Time passes and its our wedding day in Los Vegas. I'm only 18 and when the pastor asks me if I do I say "theres no time like the present right?" Time passes and I experience the highlights and pitfalls of years of marrage. I'm 30 and we're raising kids. Things arn't as simple as they used to be, but they are rich in their complexity. We have 2 kids, a boy and a girl. I can remember getting him a bike for christmas and taking my daughter to her first day of school. Time passes and I get the highlights and pitfalls again, only this time all the fights seam like old jokes. I'm helping my daughter pack up her cloths as she prepares to leave for collage. There is a tear in my eye as I hug her good by and tell her I love her. Time passes and I'm an old old man. We're on the porch of a house in flordia. The weather is perfect and I'm sitting beside the most beautiful girl in the world. I take her hand and tell her as much, that she reminds me sill of the first day we met. She looks into my eyes with delight then slowly, simpathy. "You know that this isn't real right?" she asks, and I look up at the sky.
"A man can dream right?" I say and the view slowly fades away and I wake up in my bed at home. I've never flet so hollow.
"A man can dream right?" I say and the view slowly fades away and I wake up in my bed at home. I've never flet so hollow.