We Meet Again

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“Mary! It’s time for dinner! Will you please get in here!” My mother impatiently screamed from the kitchen. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Why she had to be so loud, I’d never understand. I’m pretty sure even the neighbors could hear my mother at times. She wasn’t one for subtlety, not even in the slightest. Or maybe she really was clueless to the fact she came off like a complete bitch even calling for me from the other room. But nevertheless, she is my mother. I walked as slowly as possible to the other side of our place of residence. My mother and I lived in a small two bedroom, one bathroom duplex on the outskirts of the black hole known as Englewood, Florida. God! I hated it here! You were either rich or really poor, it’s as if this town had no concept of a middle class, and you can probably guess at this point which side of the tracks I was on. I don’t have many friends, mainly because most of the girls here look the same. Thin, Blonde, Beach tan, with the Hollister brand on everything they own. I was a walking reject in a sea of clones. Slightly bigger, black hair, and pale (no matter how much time I spend sunbathing) and poor. Sigh. “What’s for dinner Ma?” My mother gave me THE look. The one I get when I take to long, or I do something wrong. You know the one, eyebrow raised, hand on hip, eyes that would make the devil cower? “Mary! Seriously! For one night can you please pretend to be normal? Dinner is getting cold, and you can’t expect for me to wait forever to eat! I have to be at work by ten and I still need to shower and get dressed! Is your son asleep?” Ah. The everyday dialogue I shared with the woman that gave me life. “Yeah, Spencer is finally out for night. Sorry to make you wait, I’ll do the dishes w... ... middle of paper ... ...n looked deep into Mary’s green eyes and knew he’d never let her go again. I didn’t know what to say. Here before me was the reason I was crying, yet just looking up at him, I knew everything was going to be okay. With Jons help, I shakingly got onto my feet. “What are you doing here?” I couldn’t think of anything else to ask the man I loved as he held me close. “Mary, you are all I have been thinking of since we met. There is something about you I just can’t shake. I feel like we’re supposed to be together. I would have traveled to the end of the world just to see your face again.” Jon murmured as he kissed me softly. His words were the light in the darkness for me. I was elated, I was relieved, I was healed.This wasn’t a dream, I wasn’t crazy. I had been right and in the end he found me. He looked deep into my soul with his soft blue eyes and I knew he was mine.

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