Run With Me

Chapter 2: Don't hold my hand

Lauren:

When I was little my mother used to hold my hand and help me. But when I had learnt how to do something I didn't want her hand again. I made my own way. She used to tell me how easy it was to love, but just as easy to hurt someone forever. But that was something she couldn't hold my hand in. And as I got older, although I won't ever admit it, I wished my mother was their to hold me up and hold my hand when the times got tough. Its a big and scary world out there, and I learnt that the hard way, with some very regrettable mistakes.

When I was seven I got a ken doll for Christmas and I made Ken marry my favourite and prettiest barbie doll. I spent hours perfecting her hair, and choosing the best dress. Then I made them walk down the aisle, with a cissy doll as a bridesmaid and one of the other barbies the vicar, wearing a catsuit. They had a perfect wedding.

When I was eleven, I fell in love for the first time, but I was too shy an I don't think they noticed me.

When I was fourteen I went on my first date with Chris Pernon. But it was really awkward and I didn't kiss him.

At the age if sixteen I met someone, that I instantly fell in love with. He was gorgeous, not a jock, but still fit. He was the kindest person that you will ever meet an he was almost like Chad Michael Murray in A Cinderella Story. He was called Tom and he was my life. We spent so much time together and we were just perfect. He was my first kiss. It was a bit embarrassing, being sixteen and have if never kissed anyone, but with Tom it didn't matter. He loved me for who I was.

At the age of 26 I got a promotion to PA of a large cooperation in London. And after a year or two, I had become work obsessed. Driven by the need to succeed. I hate to admit it but, at that time, it seemed more important to me than Tom, whom I was still with. The most idiotic thing was that at the time, I thought he was not worth it, he wasn't going into a well paid job, he had 7-10 years of med school. And then I did the thing, that I have most regretted. I walked out, for a job. I left the worlds kindest man, for a job. Without any good-byes. Just a hastily scribbled note.

By 28, I had been on 16 dates, none of the men any worthy, and I was feeling way to highly about everything and had and inflated ego.

14 days after my last date something unexpected happened that changed the course of my life, and my inflated ways.

This is my story.