Six years ago… I was 15 years old

I remember being moved to my Uncle’s house right after the funeral. I remember my bone head cousin, who was now my best friend, trying to make me feel better by sticking finger sandwiches up his nose. I’m not going to lie, it helped me a little. To smile anyway. I remember watching the neighborhoods fly by through the window. I was in a daze, everything was so surreal. Yesterday I had a family and today I didn’t. Uncle D parked his fancy car in front of his fancy house and showed me to my new room. The room was white and plain, nothing like me, but for now it would do. I just didn’t want to be a burden, or mess anything up. It was like I borrowed the cute girl next to me’s pencil and I didn’t want to chew on it because I had to give it back. This, all of it, this new life wasn’t mine. It was just what I had left. I was grateful don’t get me wrong, I was just uncomfortable. And by my conversations with my uncle, he really didn’t know what to do with me either.

“So this it your room”

“Thanks”
“No problem…So I’ll be downstairs with your aunt if you need anything”

“K”
“And Aiden is somewhere…”

“Thanks Uncle D, but I’m ok”

“Alright then so… yeah, I’ll leave you to, you know, do what you do”

“K”

That pretty much sums up my Uncle. Me and him work because neither one of us like to talk, or share, he gives me my space and I take it and run. I tried unpacking a little. Putting things in there places. Posters on the wall, cloths in place, pictures in frames, the whole deal. Ohio was beautiful, I loved the clean air, the star-y nights, the openness, it all appealed to me. Most people around wanted out, but I wanted nothing more than to build a family, build a life, right here. Have my own land, my own house, my own family. That was my dream.

I pulled back the drapes on my window. The sun was going down and I watched it descend slowly behind the golden hills. You never know when your making a memory, but when my eyes met the silhouette the sun created I was speechless. All the hurt dissipated for those few short moments my eyes traveled over the being that was sitting on the fence that belonged to my new neighbors. She took my breath away. The sun kissed her every feature, casting shadows on her golden skin. Her hair blew with the wind, like it belonged in the waves of heat. She looked so fragile, almost breakable, even the sun was afraid to touch her. Something told me she was something special. There was this gravitational force pulling me into her. Einstein said that gravity wasn’t to be blamed for falling in love. But what other than gravity do you blame for falling. Especially if this said ‘love’ had a pair of blue eyes that you just couldn’t help but fall into. I watched the colors of the sunset bounce of her features. Until I couldn’t see anymore, I stared, I studied her, I drank her in. Gravity no, but Spencer Carlin, yes, she could make anyone with a beating heart fall.

Bon Jovi  (You Want To) Make A Memory