Six years. How has it been that long already?
I drive along a road on my way to meet him. I love how I still get excited to see him, even though I see him every day. These six years have gone by so fast. Sure, we’ve had our ups and downs. Hasn’t everyone? We always get through it though. We always weather the storms.
I think back to our first date, a drunken fiasco. We laugh about it now, joking that it’s the only way a first date should go. We’ve been through six Christmases, twelve birthdays, and date nights that are too many to count. He’s everything to me.
I pull in to the building to pick him up and rush inside. He sees me, smiles, and runs over to give me a kiss. He still does that after six years. I get kissed for no reason. He pulls back but his face has changed. I turn around to see a pretty blonde girl running towards the building. She bounds into the room, runs up to him and throws herself in his arms.
She kisses him.
I step back.
I feel sick as I try to figure out what is happening. He looks at me in shock, obviously concerned but not enough to put the pretty blonde down. She turns around, disengaging herself from him, and asks, “Who’s she?”. He grabs her hand while I stare on in horror.
I run out of the building and back to my car. I race down the street, block after block screaming past me as I try to see through the tears.
The curve in the road comes so fast that I don’t even have time to react. It’s too late. Everything goes black.
That’s when I wake up. Every time.
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