Storms

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I always thought that my life is a storm. The rain is my tears. The thunder represents the noisy mess and the lighting shows me how fast the light flashes by.

Sometimes a hurricane follows and that's when things fall apart. Just like in real life, people's roofs come off, houses and streets get flooded. For me, I loose my head, place and my eyes get flooded.

No one told me how hard it is to clean up after a storm. Because I seem to start to pick up the pieces and then another hurricane comes along.

And hurricanes aren't even the worst things, cyclones are.

A cyclone in my life is when I can't stop crying. You know when all you emotions just turn to ears whether you're happy, angry or sad? That's how it is for me.

My life is a storm.

I'm still hurt over what Michael and Calum did to me. See what I mean by storm.

I feel like Michael doesn't trust me when I'm the one who shouldn't trust him but I do and that hurts.

This is a storm with lots of thunder and no lightning, no light is shining through my windows.

I'm lost. I'm not even at a cross roads. My whole life is lost. I have nothing to do. Nothing to say. I'm just laying on my bed hoping that lightning will strike.

I hear the vibration on my phone and I pick it up to see Michaels name pop up.

Just answer it. You asked for lightning and here it is.

Lighting only last a few seconds though.

"Hello?" Michael speaks. "Is it too late to say sorry?"

"Why are things so hard Michael?"

I get up out of bed and start pacing.

"They don't have to be. Please just let me in, I'm at the front door" he hangs up.

I go down and open the door.

He's standing there with flowers and a small box.

"I'm sorry" he passes me the flowers.

I just smile.

He gets down on one knee.

Omg, Michael.

He opens the box.

"Jess, I have loved you since the day we meant. And I know that I have done some bad things. But I want you to know you can completely trust me. Because I found that, without you, I am nothing. You're my everything and I have no idea what I would do without you. I ant even imagine a life without you. It doesn't have to be so hard if we just stay honest. I promise to say how much I love you everyday, promise to be yours only, I promise that my heart will be filled with your love. I want to wake up with you every morning and tell you how beautiful you are, tell you how lucky I am and also tell you how grateful I am for you. So Jess, will you marry me?" He pulls out a ring.

How can we go from fighting to being totally in love again.

This feels so right. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. That's what I want to do.

"Yes" I jump up on him.

The storm has passed and now all I can see is a rainbow.

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