Some say love doesn't exist. That it's only the want to believe that there is something more there. A soul connection that we want to be there but never truely is. I dont believe that.
Some also say that love is blind. That when you find your true soulmate it doesn't matter what they look like. It's not based on appearance its based on your heart and emotional connections. I do believe that.
Some say the moment you find your soulmate you know. From the very moment your eyes meet. I also believe this. Some people go their whole lives never meeting that one person that completes them. You dont find love. Love finds you.
I was single for most of my youth. I never dated anyone in middle school or high school no matter how many asked. They weren't right for me. I never felt that spark. The other kids would always tease me and tell me that I was going to be alone forever. This never bothered me.
Honestly I didn't care what they thought. I wasn't put on this earth to impress a handful of teens. If i didn't want a relationship that I wasnt fully invested in that was my choice. My parents on the other hand. Did not agree with me. Telling me that I will have to settle some day. The perfect man isn't going to just fall out of the sky.
I understood that they just wanted to see me happy. They also wanted eventual grandchildren. That did bother me a little. However I wasn't going to change what I believed in just to make them happy. Instead we just grew distant. The more they pushed me to find someone the more I stepped back from them.
At the age of 18 I moved out of their home and found a little studio apartment of my own. It was a fairly rundown little town house style studio that sat at the top of a cliff overlooking the ocean. From the porch you could see the Lighthouse, the strip of beach leading to it, and miles of sea straight out to the horizon.
I always loved the ocean. I also always liked seclusion. This place was perfect for me. I got a job at the gas station down the street from where my parents lived. In a town so small I didnt need a car so I just walked to work. The walk was always nice. I've lived here for 8 years now.
I was scheduled mainly closing shifts at my job before our overnight employee would come in and then I would walk home. There isn't really crime here. Usually it's all out of towners. I would walk home in the dark the street lights illuminating my path only to the road that took me up to my new home.
I walk in darkness listening to the soft sound of distant waves and cricket songs. The trees lining the path up to my house like an archway path leading into a secret garden from a storybook. I reach my yard and walk around the side of my house to the front walking up onto the porch stopping to look out at the ocean.
It's beautiful. The inky ocean waves rolling and lapping against the shoreline. The sands a pale blue in the moonlight. The sky dark and dappled with stars. The moon full and bright. This is what I love the most about this place. Its beautiful. I look to the Lighthouse it's beam of light sweeping into the horizon.
I saw a shape down on the sand that night. It looked like a person standing by the base of the Lighthouse looking out towards the ocean. I don't know what came over me but I decided I wanted a closer look. I thought about the dangers but shrugged them off. This wasnt the tourist time of the year so just about everyone in the town was a local. Most everyone in town is asleep by now. I couldn't help but be curious.
I walked back down the path taking the off branch of the path towards the small strip of beach leading to the Lighthouse. Once I broke through the trees stepping onto the sand I looked acrossed the beach towards the base of the Lighthouse. I froze in my tracks my eyes locked with large violet glowing eyes from acrossed the beach. The dark figure by the Lighthouse was now facing me. The only thing I could make out was faintly glowing violet eyes within the dark mass.
