Story of a Lonely Guy

Story of a Lonely Guy

A man at peace, a woman in mourning. A family in pieces, a family gathered one morning. With her by his side he remembers the end. He doesn’t however remember his. He remembers theirs.

Bang, bang, bang. The scampering of little feet, then laughter. Then a voice yells, “wake up, you’re going to…” The voice is cut off. “Stop! Just, let me, what? Where? Hold on, just stop talking!” He fumbles for his alarm clock finds the snooze button and presses down, sweet release from a hellish ordeal, he thinks.”What, what was, what is it?” “I was just checking if you needed to be up, your alarm was going off for a while.” He replies, “Wh-yeah I was, it wu… yeah.” He lies in bed till she leaves.

It’s both strange and sad being woken by an alarm. Your body knows you’re not done sleeping, you’re mind is dreaming, your body is resting, but your ears are saying “why now?” It’s kind of amazing how sad the feeling of waking up from a good dream is. Those few seconds you have a vivid picture, you’re content. The seconds after in which you forget them, you’re indifferent with the realization, “I’m no longer dreaming, this is my life.”

Some time goes by and he finally gets out of bed. He’s groggy, but complacent he has a routine. He thinks of his life is a show of sorts, low ratings not a great chance it’ll be renewed. Here’s hopes to it will have a cult following on DVD. In spite of this he continues his routine. He used to be able to get ready while she was home; he used to be able to do a lot of things, with her. She hasn’t returned his affections in some time.

They have children now, plural. They’re a blessing, as he remains cursed. Blessing being a word of loose meaning. A word possibly meaning the term “c’mon baby just the tip,” and swiftly followed by “you know it feels better without one.” You can see where this leads; this is why he sleeps in.

This one was lucky; a future accompanied by a side of fries was not in store for him. Just that of his children, to eat of course. A boy who could work was not in need of schooling, a girl who couldn’t work had nothing but her school work. This aside they had each other. That is until she had someone else, where he was left with no one.

His love though immature, was thorough. You’d think he had won the lottery the way he had showered her with affection. Affection being free that was what he could afford to offer her. You would have thought it would last forever. The way he looked at her the first time she came into his life was the same as the day she left his life. Love may be blind, but when love is no longer there it will also leave one deaf. No matter what he said to keep her in his life she could hear no word of it. She had found another. He was left alone, where she just up and left.

For some time they remained friendly. It was to be done for the sake of their family, resentment built, but love however had never depleted. He had loved her, the same way he did years after her departure, the same as the day he met her. A tainted youth is a wasted youth. If only mistakes could be forgotten without undoing said mistakes.

He will never think of his life, laying blame. He will never think of what could have been. She will start anew. She will build toward making what should have been. He cares solely about the past however does nothing to protect it. Whereas she wants so badly to move on but nurtures every aspect of it.