It had been over two months since Alan died in jail. It was just after Christmas. Lydia and John were on their way back to Tennessee. They had been to Virginia for Christmas. John got to meet Lydia's family. John said to Lydia, "Thanks for advising me not to mention that I was raised Catholic. I really dodged a bullet with your family." Lydia smiled and said, "You're welcome. I figured my grandmother would try to save you if you did." He asked, "Why did your grandmother become so religious, Lydia?" She said, "I wish I knew. You never know which direction people with dementia will go. Some become fanatically religious, and others turn the opposite direction." After a pause, she said, "I thought it was funny when she kicked my aunt and uncle out of her house." John laughed. He said, "That was bloody hilarious. I'm glad we were there to see it." She said, "I'm glad about that, too." He said, "I just wish we could've gotten your grandmother to understand that we're asexual, repulsed by sex, and even though we're living together, we're not going to have sex." Lydia said, "My grandmother is old-fashioned. Couples didn't live together until marriage in her day. We can't make her understand modern America." He said, "I guess you're right, love. As for me, I think marriage is rubbish." She said, "Yeah. Who says you have to get married to love each other?" Lydia and John kissed. After that, Lydia said, "I just hate that my grandmother is getting more demented." John said, "I know, darling. It's hard to see someone you love deteriorate like that." After a pause, he said, "You know, our friend, Pattie, released her new album. I think we should go purchase a copy." Lydia smiled and said, "I like that idea. It'll give me something happy to focus on."
TO BE CONTINUED
TO BE CONTINUED
Hello, everyone. BingoPB here, or Kayla, as most of you know me. I know you were expecting a poem. Don't worry. There will be plenty of poems in the future. I have been inspired to write a fan fiction based on my relationship with Aston, my former boyfriend, and my dreams about Paul. Of course, there will be differences, because the story will be based on those things. The characters will have different names. I could have talked about this in messages, but it's easier to address everyone at once here. I am not sure what the title will be. I would appreciate some suggestions in the comments below. You can also tell me your opinions on this idea. Also, feel free to tell me what name you would like for the character based on you. I will start working on it once I have a title.
I remember the good times we had.
More than that, I remember,
The inner scar you gave me.
You left me to blame myself.
But I'm not at fault.
In the five years we were together,
I was nothing but patient with you.
If you were done with me,
You could've just said so.
I believe I made a mistake,
When I said I'd be your girlfriend.
You were my best friend,
And we ruined it with romance,
All because we wanted to fit in.
How could we have been so ignorant?
I know we made peace.
I'm glad we're friends now,
But that will never erase the scar,
The inner scar only I can see.
Someday I'll love someone else,
And he will erase my scar.
Only then will it fade away.
More than that, I remember,
The inner scar you gave me.
You left me to blame myself.
But I'm not at fault.
In the five years we were together,
I was nothing but patient with you.
If you were done with me,
You could've just said so.
I believe I made a mistake,
When I said I'd be your girlfriend.
You were my best friend,
And we ruined it with romance,
All because we wanted to fit in.
How could we have been so ignorant?
I know we made peace.
I'm glad we're friends now,
But that will never erase the scar,
The inner scar only I can see.
Someday I'll love someone else,
And he will erase my scar.
Only then will it fade away.
I had a dream one night.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I said to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
Snapper and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are you all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But Snapper needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I said to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
Snapper and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are you all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But Snapper needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
