Love Me When it's Free

Chapter 1: Who are you?

Understanding what love really is, can you really explain what it's like to love and be loved?

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, the sun hits Edd's deep set eyes that caused him to wake up from his messy bed. As he folded his dirty white sheets, he sniffed around when he sensed that something was being cooked. It was the smell of sunny side up eggs and bacon. Edd went on tiptoe to the kitchen and was surprised when he witnessed a woman cooking for him on a weekend. As he was about to approach the woman, the alarm clock suddenly rang.

It was then just another dream. Edd woke up with a sad look on his face. A tear fell from his eyes. The same dream appeared again. Who is she? He asked himself. Edd got out of bed and grabbed his journal on his desk.

"Day 5. Saturday.

It's the same scene again. When will I ever get to see her face? I have no idea who she is but I would always find myself in tears when I wake up. She has a couple of tattoos on her arm, wearing an oversized white shirt, her brown hair is up on a messy bun, and she prepares the same breakfast for me.

xo,

Edd. "

After he finished writing about what happened this morning, he scanned the previous pages in which he has written the same thing since day 1.

"Day 1. Saturday.

I just had a dream about a woman whom I have no idea who she is. I know it's strange but what's worse is that I found myself in tears when I woke up. I remember she has a couple of tattoos on her arm, wearing an oversized white shirt, her brown hair is up on a messy bun, and she cooked some bacon and eggs for breakfast. It felt warm with her. It felt like home.

xo,

Edd. "

"Day 2. Saturday.

It's the same scene again. When will I ever get to see her face? I have no idea who she is but I would always find myself in tears when I wake up. She has a couple of tattoos on her arm, wearing an oversized white shirt, her brown hair is up on a messy bun, and she prepares the same breakfast for me. Still, it felt like home.

xo,

Edd. "

"Day 3. Saturday.

Same scene again. I wasn't able to get a glimpse of her face so I still have no idea who she is but I found myself in tears again.. the tears you get when you miss someone. She has a couple of tattoos on her arm, wearing an oversized white shirt, her brown hair is up on a messy bun, and she prepares the same breakfast for me. Oh and some of her tattoos have butterflies in it.

xo,

Edd. "

"Day 4. Saturday.

It's really the same scene again. I have no idea who she is but I would literally always find myself in tears when I wake up. She has a couple of butterfly tattoos on her arm, wearing an oversized white shirt, her brown hair is up on a messy bun, and she prepares the same breakfast for me. I was almost about to reach and hug her but the alarm rang again, for goodness' sake.

xo,

Edd. "

Edd closed his journal. He stood up to look in the mirror and see the reflection of his scars and tattoos. He touched it slowly with his eyes closed, trying to remember how he got those scars and tattoos but nothing comes to his mind. He sat on the floor with his head bowed down and his legs spread out. He felt hopeless as he can't remember anything. Could it just be his imagination or was it a piece of his memory?

"I will find you." He whispered.