Girls Love

That One Love (Revised)

I tried, tried so hard to forget. It wasn't easy to look at someone else and not see her. Every little detail, every shared joke, every song on the radio - it all brought her back to me. I stopped searching for her and tried to move on. I had been with so many women, but none of them gave me what I wanted-that warm, comforting feeling of belonging, of truly being seen.

I wanted her, needed her, craved her. I couldn't imagine life without her. One morning, before my alarm clock rang, I woke up with a start, my heart pounding. The need for her was even worse now, a constant ache in my chest. I bathed, ate, and dressed up, all the while lost in thought.

I couldn't believe it had been two years since she left. I wasn't home at the time; she just left me a note and took all her clothes and things. She hadn't given me any hint of where she might be, so I went to her hometown to visit her parents and maybe, just maybe, find her there.

When I got to the house, I knocked, my heart filled with a fragile hope. Her mother opened the door and immediately pulled me into a hug, the familiar scent of lavender and baking bread enveloping me.

"She would never have done something like that if it wasn't for a good reason," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

I entered the house, and her mother came out of the kitchen with some tea and snacks. "When she came to my doorway and cried, I thought something had happened between you two, but I know you would never hurt her."

"I'm sorry, I took so long to come... I couldn't believe she left me, and..." My voice trailed off, unable to express the depth of my pain.

She sat beside me and hugged me. "I know, child, I know." I cried for what felt like hours, the tears flowing freely as I finally allowed myself to grieve.

Then she came out of the room, once again I bawled my eyes out as I pulled her into a hug. After a while, my tears subsided. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice thick with emotion.

"I couldn't bear the thought of you suffering with me..." she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I thought that if I just left, you would forget me. I'm so sorry."

She explained that she had cancer. She had found out about it when she went to the hospital to inquire about sperm donation. The doctor had run some tests and discovered the tumor.

"I came here for treatment, and the doctor says it's working..." she said, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. I smiled and hugged her tightly. "I'm so glad! Glad that you wanted to have a kid with me and that you're getting better." She smiled back, and just like that in the blink of an eye, three years passed.

She recovered, and we went through with the sperm donation. We had a beautiful baby girl, and we named her Liz.

"Thank you," Lizzie whispered one day, her voice filled with gratitude. "For what?" I asked, surprised. "For letting me have such a wonderful family and loving me so much," she replied, her eyes shining with love.

I hugged her, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. We fell asleep in each other's arms, content and at peace.

I woke up early the next morning, and Lizzie was still sound asleep. I quietly slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Liz woke up soon after, her little feet padding across the floor.

"Hey, sweetie," I said, scooping her up in my arms. I sat her down in her high chair and made her some breakfast, followed by a bottle of milk.

I carried her to the bedroom, along with a tray of breakfast for Lizzie. Lizzie was still asleep, her breathing slow and even. I gently placed Liz on the bed and set the tray on the nightstand. "Love, breakfast is ready," I whispered, caressing her arm.