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In The Beginning

There once was a young man who considered himself worthy of a woman’s heart for whom he had no reach. He gave her two years of patience with the faith that she would one day be his and his alone. He followed her to the point he lost himself in her gaze, her smile and hung on the every simple movement of her lips. He was soaked in her from head to toe and begged again and again for her to be his. She finally gave in to his seemingly endless requests but with a half heart and not knowing they would one day commit themselves to more than they could conceive. He wanted to move her away from the place they were from which he considered poison for their relationship so even though his heart was that of a business man he gave in to become an employee and move far away from their families to Nashville.

On Hope

They were together in their own place far away from home and bound up in a relationship she was unsure of. She was yet defining who she was early in her twenties and feeling difficulty in being some man’s woman while being her own woman. The days went by and they struggled to scratch out a small place for themselves while slowly acquiring all the things you need to be comfortable in the modern world. He was wary of her disconnect in the relationship but continued the relationship as he knew keeping her heart would be as difficult as winning it in the first place. She was distant and hurtful in the early days and not really committed. Then, after no more than a few months away from home there was news of the life they had made without intention and both were concerned. Both had come from homes where parents were not together in marriage and they debated extinguishing this creation they had made but in the end there was a decision to keep the life and make it their own. They built this decision on hope that they would be better than their parents and they could overcome their differences. They hoped they could define themselves, combine their dreams and build something to last the test of stress and time.

She Was…

Embarrassed to be pregnant and worried about what her family would think. She didn’t want to be another statistic and was worried about being a single mother as the relationship she was in was new and there was no way to tell the future. She had aspirations of being a model which she knew may be sidetracked. Her life was scary and she felt no longer in control of the things happening to her body through the event she was putting it through. Would he be there for her? Would she be able to regain her former body? Would she get the help she needed? Would her family be supportive? There were so many questions that spun her up tight in uncertainty.

He Was…

Fearful of having enough for his new son. He knew his role was the provider and was concerned that his dreams may go unfulfilled to put food on the table and make the world a better place for his son than it was when he was growing up. He was concerned about his relationship as he trusted his new girlfriend as she admitted this was not her ideal relationship and that he was not her ideal man. He was worried he may had continued the sins of his father on to his son and this made him immensely sad as it was not his intention. All he knew is this child felt special and he could not give in to his fear. Through his resistance to be less his fear grew deep within his soul and kept him motivated. It was covered by hard work, dedication and the will to be more than he knew.

There Was…

A growth in closeness as they worked to have this child. They found the best parts of one another but never had really grown in to who they were before. They grew in to something together that was logical, cordial and patient in their combined will power. Both deeply passionate people they had some difficulty connecting with one another through the chaos of being something else besides what people usually be when they grow in to one another. Something in both of them was withheld to be what they needed to be for their newborn son. In a fit of irony he blessed the day of September 11th with his birth. Both were excited to have their first son.

Then There Was…

Three. There was us and him. We defined ourselves through the growing relationship we had with this new child and had little precious time to see each other in the way that would make our bond stronger. He started a new business as he wanted this legacy for his son so he wasted no more time being an employee. He declared he would never be another man’s slave and he would give this example to his son that would show him what is possible. He had been an entrepreneur all his life and so must he continue to be. So, he raised two children, his business and his newborn son. He did his best to help his woman find herself through the mist of being a new mother as well, but this task was more than he had the heart for and proved difficult. She was a strong mother who slept little for the sake of her child’s development. She sang to him and loved him patiently even as she felt herself undefined. He was hard working and pressed himself in to unknown straights working in to the long arm of the the night to build a dream and give his son an example he could be proud of. The time invested was time away and it pressed their relationship. They rarely fought but talked at length with no solution about how they shall be with one another instead of just being. There was no way for them to feel each other but through their child.

Until One Day…

The magic they needed that kept them united in function had run dry. They spent four years pushing and pulling against the inability to be what they wanted for one another. There was a blankness in their day that gave rise to tension and ran them weak on creativity. No longer could he see her struggle to be the woman she wanted to be without being satisfied. It made him sad because he loved her so much and quietly brought him to tears that he wouldn’t let her see. In the beginning he wanted so much for her and saw the brightness her soul gave off. He wanted to bless that with the light he had in his spirit and show her the beauty in life they could accomplish together. Together they created magic but both were unquenched in the passion they so desired for one another. As best friends they were weakened by the pain of this empty feeling but got better and better at hiding it. He was willing to incur the pain of loss to see her as she desired to see herself even though he knew deep down she may not come back to him. Finally love conquered the fear in his heart and the story is left unfinished…