I walk home to a beautiful house in the state of New York. Devon, who recovered from his injury, plays for the New York Giants. He also happens to be a famous quarterback and I'm his wife. We have one son who is turning 4 at the end of the month and I'm a famous historian who works closely with Ida Altman.
My mother resides in Germany with her new husband and we visit her every summer. My father, who we rarely speak of committed suicide in jail after a year without parole.
They say in life, history is important to ensure mistakes are not repeated. In my life and in truth, history is important to ensure what's in the past, is able to occur again. If it does, we do what we are learnt to do. Fight. And if we can't, we sacrifice. When that doesn't happen, you learn to love.
It is the most vulnerable stage in life, when one falls in love. It is a step on stones in a river. You don't know if it will move and flow into the endless pit of a waterfall or if it will stay and let you take the next step. That's love, step by step, one by one, each step leads us closer and closer. Some stones quiver and move but stay firm, those rocks make us fall, we sometimes hurt ourselves but it is in that rocks we learn to laugh, smile, stand up and step right back on it even though we know we are bound to fall again.
"Em, Wilder, I'm home!" He walks in and hugs Wilder just like he usually does. I watch as they try to tackle each other and I watch as Wilder laughs like a maniac. Then he looks up and a smile creeps across his face. I smile back even wider as I watch him take careful steps toward me. "I've missed you," he says. His mouth is inches apart from mine and just the thought of him until today still drives me wild. I laugh hard at his statement.
"It's only been 6 hours", I laugh and put my palms on the sides of his face.
"I couldn't get you out of my mind, that's all", he whispers. I grin like a fool as he kisses me as passionate as he did many years ago.
Everyone has stories. The story of how what became of them came about and then there's the story of love and how it came about. The stories on love are the best. This was mine; and there was nothing I would regret, because when it's about love, reason gets thrown out of the window.
You just...love.
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