Back to the old ways
I'm still shocked about last night. It was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. Except for that abrupt ending. I'm hoping Michael is ok. I don't even know if I'll ever see him again. Like Cinderella I guess. I keep trying to think of ways to reach him, but I just don't know.
My mother wasn't too happy when I came home at 11:00 either. But when I told her I met a boy, she flipped like a switch. It had been the most happy id seen her in years.
Weeks, then months go by without hearing anything about where Michael is. At this point, I feel like giving up. It was nice though, to be happy for a little while. I was starting to feel normal again. But all of that has almost vanished.
My mother doesn't ask about him anymore. We barely speak to each other.
I decided to go to the park to write music. I feel like writing will help some of the pain go away.
On my way there, I had a small bit of hope, wishing Michael would be there. That somehow, I could go back to that day a few months ago. That I would be able to hear his voice, and look into those beautiful eyes.
I sit on the same exact bench I shared with him that day. I just sit there. I wonder if his dad is keeping him from me. Or maybe he decided, meeting up with me was all a mistake. Maybe I wasn't good enough.
I start writing...
"I haven't seen you in a while
Since that amazing night we had,
And I'm feeling like such a child
Wishing and wanting you back so bad"
(Sigh) I'm never gonna see him again. Just knowing that he's still out there makes me feel so, so alone without him. I decide to wait here a while to see if he comes around anyway, because I don't have anything else to live for. He probably doesn't even feel the same way. And that hurts... A lot.
My eyes slowly flutter open. Did I fall asleep? I'm still on the bench, and there's someone beside me. I quickly jump thinking its Michael, but it's not. It's a nice little, old lady.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, it's just that there are no other open spaces to sit"
"Oh no, no it's completely fine. I just thought you were someone else that's all.
"Are you waitin on somebody? Cause if so, I can stand"
"No it's alright, I'm pretty sure he's not coming"
"It's a boy huh? Well I'll tell you what, when I was your age.... no you probably don't want to hear it"
" I'm down for a good story, go ahead"
"Well alright, I used to see this boy named Richard. He's was a very nice young man. But one day, he just started actin different. Like not talkin, and not wanting to go out anymore. Well, it turns out, his father was very abusive. And he was taking all of his anger out on Richy. As soon as I found out about this, I had to do everything I could to help him. He was so thankful"
"What happened to you two?"
"Mary? Are you telling this nice young lady one of your stories again?" Said an older voice behind us.
"Yes Richy, my most favorite one of all"
She gave me a wink, and walked off with her Prince Charming. Was this some sort of sign?