I sit in the middle of the hallway alone I may not be able to see that I am in the hallway but I know I am I can hear the feet of people walking past me and the chatter of the school children
Everyone kinda just leaves me alone I think they feel bad for me or they don't know what to do with me
Like how to talk to me but I can hear like everyone I am just like everyone else can't they see that
I hear laughing giggling and chuckles till a voice breaks there laughter
"Do you want to hang out with my friends and me"
"Whats joke"
"No joke just come to hang out with us"
"Alright"
Thats when I first met Liam that was a senior year now I am 30
Soft sweet and kind he was till I found out there was a joke
He or should I say they only started to be nice to me because I was right they felt bad for me and oh I made them feel Awkward that the only reason they told me
What awesome joke to play on someone like me I felt like I had a friend in this world well friends
Now I sit on a park bench in the middle of the park how do I know it the middle of the park well I counted my steps one day I sit in the middle of the park listing once again to the children laughter giggling and chatter
Once in a while, I hear parents say "it not nice to stare"
"It not nice to ask that type of question"
"You can't touch her"
"Is it a her"
Hey just because I am flat chested and have a pixie cut doesn't mean I am a "he"
people these days
I sit here making people feel awkward
Till I stretch out my white cane
Tripping a jogger by accident
"Sorry mama I wasn't looking.....where I was going"
"Its fine"
I say reaching a hand out toward their voice
They grab my hand and I help them up
"You know your voice sound familiar"
I say
"Whats your name"
"Liam Hernandez"
"I went to high school with a Liam Hernandez"
"Really what school"
"Milton"
"I am so sorry for what my friends and I did we didn't know any better"
Now I have a chance to forgive Liam or yell and go off at him
But I am nice
"It fine I understand you were dumb teenagers and I am sure if I didn't forgive you would give me a sob story on how you change and I am sure you have your 30 now no one is the same"
"Yea well I am not the same I actually have a son who loses his eyesight to an illness he has"
"I am sorry to hear well there more I am sure to catch up on let's get lunch in about 30 minute "
"Sure"
That is the second time I meet Liam
I learn his wife well ex-wife Divorced a year back after learning about their son's illness the kid only 3
Poor thing
I also learn Liam feeling toward me in high school were real in which I ran walked away from him leaving him at lunch alone
Now today I am 33 I lay in the middle of a hospital bed how do I know it the middle of the bed well I measure with my hands expect now I hear the running of the doctors and nurses and the coughing of the person in the next room to mine
I am not sick nor I am dying oh well maybe I am sick I had the flu I don't anymore but they won't let me leave they won't tell me why either so maybe I am dying
Dying without the chance to tell Liam my feeling toward him was the same and I could go back and do it over again I was wouldn't walk away I would fight for my feelings
If only I can see him one last time to tell him how I feeling
"Lisa"
A very way to familiar voice says
"Liam"
His bounce booming in the middle of my chest how do I know well you heart tends to beat harder then your near someone you love
