Don't just break your walls down to let someone in, make them work for it, make them show that they are worth it. Wait for that one that is willing to climb your walls just to find you that will break them down just to get to you. The one that is looking for you, all that you are in body, mind, and soul. The worst reason to break down your walls is just for the physical, let love in before giving that part that you are not willing to expose.
I have done my very best to ignore Isabella again. It's day count two, I answer her briefly when I think it warrants. Yes, I am the dumb ass that starts it and when it comes to pulling through, I do my famous now you see me and now you don't hear from my act. The damn woman is fine and god knows I want her, not only physically but on a much deeper level than that, I just wish I can get past that part that is in the way...my leg.
I am sitting in the lounge with Matt and his new girlfriend when my phone rings.
It is Isabella.<
They say that broken people give broken love. But are all people not broken in some way, it just depends how well you sow yourself up at the start of each day.I am not ready to show Isabella how broken I really am but I also do not want to mess up this good thing that we have.I have one of two choices, I walk out and this ends here or I stay and might not be able to walk for the next few days. The last time I slept with my prosthetic leg on, I hurt my stump and could only use my crutches for those next couple of days. And that poses a completely new problem as I do not have crutches here. Yes, I am so over thinking this but all decisions come with consequences."Boo.""Yes, soldier?""Come here."I pull her closer."Yes, soldier?""I just wanted to taste your sweet lips.""You starting something again?""Sshhh. Just kiss me.She lifts herself up on her toes, and my face goes down to hers. I kiss her. The
I have been out for nearly two days. I got an infection in the sores on my stump, and the painkillers the doctor prescribed for the agonizing pain has had me knocked out sleeping most of the time.I have not spoken to Isabella in these two days at all. I am sure she must be worried sick. I look for my phone on the side table, but it is not there at all. I try to get up, but my body is too weak."MATT!"Matt comes rushing into my room, "Bro, are you okay? What is the matter? Do you need anything?""Where is my phone? I need to speak to Isabella.""It's in the lounge, but bro, there is a problem.""What? Did she call? Did she tell me to leave her alone?""No, bro, no, nothing like that. The thing is, she was very worried about you.""Matt, what did you do?""Your phone was ringing the whole time, and she was worried because you did not answer.""Matt, what is going on? What is happening with Isabella?""Bro,
In a perfect world, hearts heal, and people move on; well, I say that is nonsense. How do you heal if you can’t move on because you are still waiting for the impossible to happen, waiting for the one that broke your heart to come back and make it whole again cause the thing is, you cannot move on if they are not next to you moving on together.Yesterday was torture; today is agony. She has not phoned or even messaged me. I don’t know if she is waiting for me or if I must wait for her. This unwritten book of love is just a messed-up bundle of confusion.I am sitting with Matt and Chloe outside around the pool area. Matt has taken it upon himself to see me get through this; I feel completely useless and vulnerable. “Hey, bro, grab a beer and get some sun on those skinny bones.”“Man, I don’t know how brown I want this buddy of mine.”He bursts out laughing as I adjust my prosthetic leg and lay back on the deck chair
To say that I am not disappointed is an understatement. I got my hopes up for something that was never going to happen. I created my own heartache by expecting too much. It hurts to feel that the person that made me feel so special just a few days ago does not want me today.What do I do? Do I ignore her and just walk on past or am I the better man and greet her while she is sitting with another man? Why does it feel like my heart has been ripped into pieces? Not just ripped but trampled into the dirt.Just to prove my point that shit definitely ain't going my way, we need to pass their table to get to the only other table available. My heart feels that it is just about to grow rock hard and crumble into pieces. My hands are slightly trembling, and I just know that I am going to stutter when I do finally speak."M...M...Morning Isabella.""Good morning Clayton."What happened to soldier? Why am I Clayton now? Why is she pushing herself away from me
The big question is, what is Paul doing at my front door? Is he here about what happened in the bathroom at the coffee shop? Or is he here to tell me to stay away from Isabella? Even maybe here to mole my face?Whichever, I guess I am soon going to find out. "Paul did not quite expect to see you here. Is there something wrong with Isabella?""No, she is all okay. I am here to speak to you.""Can I grab you a beer? Or coffee?"Or poison…"Beer would be great.""Just give me a sec."I go to the kitchen to grab two beers out of the fridge. Matt and Chloe are sitting at the counter. "Bro, do you need a hand to throw his face on the tar out there?""Matty, I am missing a leg, not a hand. This old soldier does still know how to smack a punch.""Fuck, do you think he is here about what happened in the bathroom?""If he is, then he is wasting his own time because it ain't any of his damn business.""You tell
Falling in love is like jumping off a really tall building; your head tells you that you are an idiot, you are going to die, but your heart tells you that you should not worry, that you can fly. The first time I saw her, my heart whispered to me that she was the one, that she was my building. When I look at her, I know I can fly.Waking up next to her is the best kind of wonderful that you can feel. This is a moment I can live for, a moment that defines happiness."Morning, boo.""Hey soldier, is it morning already?""From the sunshine coming through the window, I am sure that it is.""Fuck I slept here last night?""Yes, boo, and let me tell you, it's the best I have slept in months.""Well, I did not quite plan things that way, but I am sure glad I could help.""So you did not plan on seducing me last night?""Uhm, last time I checked, you were kissing me out of my clothes, soldier.""As far as I remember, you d
Skeletons are best left in the closet.Is Betty about to uncover them?I will protect them with my dear life.We are all sitting in the lounge with Betty while her monkey parade is setting up their equipment."Betty, don't you think that this is too much? I mean, it is bad enough I am sitting in my blues for a small-town paper.""Clayton, my boy, you are going to make this town famous.""Oh god, Betty, please don't put this on that silly old Facebook page of yours. I am going to have a whole bunch of grannies drooling over me."Mom bursts out in a hysterical laugh. "Clay! You just like your father now. You can't say things like that.""I agree, Denice," I hear my father in his stern voice say."For once, we agree on something.""No, Denice. I agree with Clay. It is pointless having an old bunch of women staring at him. We want the eyes that matters."I turn my attention to my father" What eyes that matter,
What makes a hero?They say a hero is someone that has given his life to something bigger than himself.I say a hero is no braver than an ordinary man; he is just braver for five minutes longer.All soldiers are brave; it's what they do with their bravery that makes them heroes.Am I a hero?I am a soldier that put my life on the line to save my squad. It is my job; doing my job should not make me a hero.Do I tell people, the people I love, the woman I am going to love, do I tell everyone the truth?"Betty, can I have a few minutes alone with my family before we carry on?""Sure, we will go get some coffee in the kitchen."Betty and her crew turn to leave the room. Isabella gets up and follows them out the door."No boo, you stay; I want you to hear this too. Please don't go."My mom takes my cold hands into hers. They feel like an icy winter wind. They are shaking; an indescribable fear is building up in