Love however was the furthest thing from my mind. I wasn’t looking for it, and I believed at the time that it wasn’t looking for me. The only love I had was for the bottle that occupied my time evening after evening as I cut out of class to drink up with the fools. Drinking, I quickly found out was a way to escape my reality. I didn’t know who I had become exactly. All I knew was that I didn’t like myself and believed that no one else would either. A broken heart is hard thing to mend, especially if twice the same person has shattered it.
Waking up to the reality that he was never really there changed me. I thought I could never trust anybody ever again.
But here I was. The sun was setting and the purples and orange and reds that covered the sky made it look more like painting than a real sunset. We walked along the shore holding hands, oblivious to all the people that passed us by. There was only he and I and the sound of the crashing waves. He was definitely a shy one. I could tell he was debating in his head whether or not he should kiss me. But eventually everything fell into place and the stars lined up and we were in each other’s arms.
When we looked up all around us were stars. The night had fallen over us. Surprisingly it wasn’t cold. It was still Spring. We stood there for what seemed forever in a warm embrace. I took a deep breath and took in his smell along with the salty beach air.
I’ve been enthralled with his scent ever since. I like to think that he saved me from myself. I don’t know where I would be today if he hadn’t come into my life. He gave me a reason to trust again. He makes me look to the future with a lot of hope. He is my angel, my Boo. I Love my Boo.