• I have had a rough upbringing, a father who didn‘t take his responsibilities and ran away from them, a single mother who has done her very best to raise me despite her own difficult circumstances, unpleasant but not an entirely bad childhood .. I think I‘ve turned into a pretty decent guy despite the odds. My motto: “I came into this world alone, I die alone”. That motto that I kept for 18 almost 19 years changed in less then one. Hours before I met her I was at a cemetery drinking with friends having a good time. We often did pretty stupid stuff and I was almost always talked into doing the dumbest sh*t. I found myself vomiting minutes later leaning over a head stone. I looked around the cemetery, sad and desolate, you know like a cemetery should look. But right at the gate entrance to the place I saw one little flower, maybe I was really buzzed but that flower looked really pretty, what was it doing here in such a dead and sad place? Before I started over analyzing the situation I was in, I hear foot steps, a friend finds me and yells
    “Dude, what the ******** are you doing?! Someone’s here!”
    “let’s go”
    When I get home around 4 in the morning my mom was pretty mad. She looked at me and slammed her door. I wasn’t alone or she would’a whipped my a** for coming home so drunk. (and I mean DRUNK! my good readers) I wake up and I don’t want to go to school but it was the only thing I could do, after all I’ve caused my mom enough trouble and I didn’t want to stick around, I’d talk to her once I got home and formally apologize. Our school had a snack bar I was the manager of it and it was my last year I was to be graduating soon. Sitting at the desk I think to my self, “what am I doing with my life!?” memories of last night remind me of that flower but unlike yesterday I see two.. As people come in and say I hi I’m ignoring them looking down at those flowers then I come to realize they’re moving, I realize those are small white flowers painted on the small feet. I look up and she is standing there looking confused. Who is she, I know she doesn’t work here. She’s short, shorter than I am, and I’m not a tall guy. I Walk towards the counter trying to see her. Her eyes look at me for an instant. Big brown eyes with these long eye lashes, I look at her face a soft light complexion, and full pink lips, her hair is about medium length dark and straight her bangs are picked up my a hair pin. I’m in a tranve almost as if she had this energy that was drawing me in.. or the hangover, but she really was truly beautiful.
    “Hey, I need you to….”
    My advisor asks me to do something I can’t remember what he said all I remember is I couldn’t look at her anymore until I got back.. All I was thinking.. was....
    “Would I see her again?”