Prologue

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    Never had I slept in a king-sized bed alone before. 

Where his warmth once lay beside me is now an open space for the silk sheets to contribute to the coldness I feel around and within me. My eyes burn from the lack of sleep and they plead to be shut, but I can't help but stare at the frigid, empty spot on the bed. There are bumps in the mattress that conformed to where he slept. After two years, I too had become used to his presence in my life. 

My fiance had called off our engagement last night, without an explanation leading up to this life-altering decision.   I shudder at the thought of the man whom I both loved and hated sleeping on the living room sofa we had purchased together. I can't stand the thought of him being under the same roof as me, yet it is all I think about. 

Was the promise too big, or was I not big enough? 

The frigidness continues to nip at me until it becomes more of a bite. The chilly sensation of dried tears on my face leaving me shaking and unable to sleep. I loved this man and put all of my trust and time into pleasing him. Suddenly, the trust diminished and the purpose of my last two years have amounted to nothing. 

I know a piece of my life will be gone forever from this. Not only was he the love of my life, but he took care of me. He took care of me in a way that will scare off other partners. I am different. My needs in a relationship are too demanding for any man willing to have a long-term commitment. 

 I grab a small, pink teddy bear from the corner of the bed and pull it in close to my chest. I push aside the memory of him getting me the bear for Valentine's day. I push aside the memory of him naming her "Strawberry bear." I push aside everything and hold Strawberry because she is all I have. 

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