How do you know when you are done?
Is it when the job is done?
Or when your heart ache so bad that it simply no longer hurts.
That is something that is hard to tell
There is nothing more to say
Yet you never know how to stop
You move so fast that you never see the light
Home is never a place to rest
It becomes a place of unease nonsense
Then you realize that the work is not done
So, you ask yourself again when you are done
The answer is not an answer that you want
It becomes the one that you accept
Then when you have given it your all
You will begin again
Then you done
This is a monologue form a story I am writing.
“I remember the first day I saw you, and I must say at first I wasn’t impressed. Sure, you were gorgeous, but at the time I di not know that I was in the present of my partner for life. We were at different points in our lives if I do say so myself. I was sitting with Tommy, Logan, and Aubrey, then you walk up with Sharon to talk to Logan. I did not look at you at first, but then when I saw I though wow, but at the time I was not ready to be in a relation especially one with you. Then a couple days later I remember seeing you sitting in the yard by yourself, and I decided to go reintroduce myself to you as they say. Ever since that day sophomore year you have been by my side. I never thought that the day would come, and we would become one, but it did. You are and will always be the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. I promise this to you no matter what I will always love you. You will always be the person I run home to when work is done. T he person I will always tell my deepest and darkest fear, and not worry about a soul hearing. I want to also say to you that I will never leave you. I will always be you protector, and make sure that you have nothing to fear for the rest our days. These are the vows that I am making not promising to you, but guarantee that I will be the one to hold you hand to and make sure that the tears you cry are from joy, and not sorrow. So, from this day forward we will be one.”
There will be more to come this is just a little snippet of what I am writing. I must say this is not a love story.