The Blonde in of My dreams
It was the first game of the season. I was in the bleechers watching our Albion Wildcats get beat by one of the schools around our area. It was a home game so most of my attention was to the field. I think it was half time and i wanted to go get a sprite from the consession stands. I got half way to the stands when i seen my friend Kindra approaching me. She had this beautiful blonde with her. The crazy thing was, i just seen that blonde walking by my grandpas house while i was cutting the grass the day before the game to get my money up to go to the game. Im usually shy around girls when i first meet them but this was different. I felt so comfortable around her. Things just felt so right to just walk right up to her and introduce my self. Well, it was kinda a love at first sight thing. We bonded like ice to water and before i knew it i was on the phone with her and talking to her until 2, and sometimes 3 or 4 in the morning about nothing. Sometimes we'd just sit there and listen to each other breathe. It was incredible that i already had feelings for another girl so quick since my girlfriend at the time totally used me and then got rid of me. I mean the way women are sometimes boggles even the biggest brain. But anyways, well, 4 years have gone and past.
I know have a one and a half year old son with that blonde whos name is cyndi. The thing is, me and cyndi arent doing that good anymore. Its like she changed into a totally different person from the first time i met her until now. We went from late night talks, to getting off the phone as soon as we could. The hard part to accept is that now adays when we tell each other i love you, i dont even feel like she means it. I yell alot now because she isnt the woman i fell in love with and she yells alot because she doesnt understand me. Im really kinda trapped with what to do with how things have turned out, but i know that i love my son and this woman as much as any guy can love his son and his woman. Im not the religious type, but sometimes i find myself alone, isolated away from the whole world, praying that things would get better with me and her. Now we are broken up and she just acts like i dont matter to her. She tells me that she doesnt need a man in her life, and shes says its ok with her if i never talk to her again. Sometimes i do feel like just going to texas with my father and just forget everything. But everytime i think about going to texas i think about me, nikolas, and cyndi down there smiling and holding hands walking down the beaches. I think about me and nikolas fishing on the jetties and cyndi yelling Oh my God, when nikolas catches his first big fish. I think about all the times me and cyndi just held each other and kissed. I think about how i would come home from work everyday to nikolas doing his homework and cyndi cooking dinner and me walking up to her and whisper in her ear i love you baby. I really wish thinking helped the heart ache. It seems as though every time i think about that i want to cry. I feel like somethings nawing at my heart wanting to get out but i have noone to talk to about it. I really wish people didnt change. If people didnt change, itd be like knowing what your getting yourself into ahead of time. From that first game until now, all i know about me and cyndi,is i love her as much as i do the first time i said it to her, and she may stay the way she is now forever. But no matter what, i'll always remember that beautiful blonde i met at the first football game of the season. I'll always remember what we had, and i'll always remember how much i love her. I am going to lay in my grave, dead and in my eternal slumber, loving my beautiful blonde son, and his beautiful blonde mommy.
~Justin Cline~
I know have a one and a half year old son with that blonde whos name is cyndi. The thing is, me and cyndi arent doing that good anymore. Its like she changed into a totally different person from the first time i met her until now. We went from late night talks, to getting off the phone as soon as we could. The hard part to accept is that now adays when we tell each other i love you, i dont even feel like she means it. I yell alot now because she isnt the woman i fell in love with and she yells alot because she doesnt understand me. Im really kinda trapped with what to do with how things have turned out, but i know that i love my son and this woman as much as any guy can love his son and his woman. Im not the religious type, but sometimes i find myself alone, isolated away from the whole world, praying that things would get better with me and her. Now we are broken up and she just acts like i dont matter to her. She tells me that she doesnt need a man in her life, and shes says its ok with her if i never talk to her again. Sometimes i do feel like just going to texas with my father and just forget everything. But everytime i think about going to texas i think about me, nikolas, and cyndi down there smiling and holding hands walking down the beaches. I think about me and nikolas fishing on the jetties and cyndi yelling Oh my God, when nikolas catches his first big fish. I think about all the times me and cyndi just held each other and kissed. I think about how i would come home from work everyday to nikolas doing his homework and cyndi cooking dinner and me walking up to her and whisper in her ear i love you baby. I really wish thinking helped the heart ache. It seems as though every time i think about that i want to cry. I feel like somethings nawing at my heart wanting to get out but i have noone to talk to about it. I really wish people didnt change. If people didnt change, itd be like knowing what your getting yourself into ahead of time. From that first game until now, all i know about me and cyndi,is i love her as much as i do the first time i said it to her, and she may stay the way she is now forever. But no matter what, i'll always remember that beautiful blonde i met at the first football game of the season. I'll always remember what we had, and i'll always remember how much i love her. I am going to lay in my grave, dead and in my eternal slumber, loving my beautiful blonde son, and his beautiful blonde mommy.
~Justin Cline~