He was her dream, her passion, her heart, and soul._______________________________________________
teenagers and young love. They could see nothing, but each other.______________________________________________
They met when she was fourteen and he was seventeen. She was shy while he was out going and cunning.___________________________________________
At fifteen she was head over heels in love with him. And he thought of her as his angel. Liveing miles apart yet unseperable. They were in love._______________________________________________
When she turned 16 he got down on bended knee and proposed in front of friends and family. She was dressed as an angel and he as a wise man. He couldn't think of a better time or place. Soon after they were married.___________________________________________
At 18 and 21 they were at a loss. Two sons and two years later she was still in love. But he was leaving.____________________________________________
Other wemon and military men got in between them.______________________________________________
Tears and years of pain soon came. She was still in love and he was distant. Once again they tried to make it work. ____________________________________________________
Over and over again they tried. Neither willing to give in. Two sons and three daughters later they finally give in and here comes the divorce.____________________________________________
Oldest is seventeen and youngest is five. Divorce came soon after the five year old. A day never forgotten by her and not remembered by him.________________________________________________
Five year old is almost six and he calls. Im clean and sober. Ive left my wife and need a place to stay a job and a friend._____________________________________________
Tears swell in her eyes. Although she wants him she doesn't want to see him un happy. He loves his wife. The way she loves him.________________________________________________
Tomorrow will be a week that hes been here. He is sober. Out going and cunning. Older but the same.______________________________________________
I keep my distance not wanting to push. We have diacovered things that we have in commin. That neither would have ever thought. No arguments. Weve even laughed.___________________________________________
Keeping my distance for fear that it won't last. He is my lightinging can i have him at last. Or is this just a dream. A hope, a dream, a love long past.
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