Never Meant To Happen

When I woke up that beautiful fall morning, I didn't know everything I worked hard to achieve was going to fall apart.

The orange, red, yellow and green leaves clung to branches as usual. But they always eventually fall down. I feel like I'm going to fall from everything that I cling to.

It's a sad thought that I have to run from my father. Physically, I'm not but emotionally I am. The events, the days he hurt me, the arguments, the abuse all replay in my head everyday. It haunts me to no end.

I sigh and run my hand through my messy, light brown hair. As I look in the mirror, my tired blue eyes stare back at me almost pleadingly. I need to find a way to get him out of my system completely.

My mind immediately shifts to Aaron. My co-worker, my best friend. He has always been there for me. He has sat through long nights of me ranting and crying. He has given up his manly ego and sat curled up on the couch with me, talking about anything I want to. Whether that be work, friends, family, or my never ending nightmares.

He's always there, always ready to cancel anything and be at my side. I couldn't have asked for a better friend. Smiling, i pick up a picture of us two standing in front of my favorite oak tree in front of my apartment. We are laughing and clinging to each other so we don't fall over from our laughing fits.

A photographer had taken it, saying that he finally found two people who represented what he thought was 'love'. Aaron and I had looked at each other, and said that it was family love and nothing more.

The photographer had sent it in to a local newspaper for an article about love and friendship.

I wonder some days if i could or do love Aaron in a way that's more than friendship. The answer is always...yes...