The sun is high. The trees are green. Emily was at my side and we walked down the path. This man comes jogging at a moderate pace and stops in front of my Emily.
He smiles largely and simply calmly says "hey, you're cute can I get your phone number?".
Emily looks at him and starts to speak but is cut off by a thunder. A simple movement. My fist met this mans chest with the force of a bear running. As he falls over I loose control of myself . My past is remembered by my muscles and I stop on his knee.
I yell at him in a voice that was familiar to me and only a few other people in the world. "On the West side you don't do walk up to another homies girl and ask for her number!" The sound lingers. It has an echo that lasts forever. This man lays on the ground clutching his chest unable to get up because of his broken knee. I notice myself. I realize what I did and the sky turns dark. This part of my life was supposed to be gone, only coming back in moments of extreme circumstances. In moments when I needed anger. When I needed a last resort to drive me.
This was not one of those times. This was not acceptable and I knew it. He screams for help as Emily simply stands there. She knew it would happen. I knew it would happen. We talked about it many times before and she finally witnessed it. The time where I lost control of myself. I call an ambulance from the mans phone and walk away with Emily. It hurt me knowing I didn't control myself fully. It hurt knowing that I loved someone so much I would bring back something that I hoped to keep locked away. It was a simple walk in a park turned into another time where I almost killed someone because of my emotions. I felt too much for her. As we walk away we can hear the sound of the ambulance taking the man to the hospital because of my foolishness. My emotions. My heart. Torn between three different people the man who's pursuit is purely knowledge, the man who's pursuit is monetary, and the man who searches for happiness. Three men who can not work together. Three men who can not ever be a team. Three men who are locked away only brought out by specific things using each other to achieve goals in ways that are less than acceptable.
