My Kind of Love

My Kind of Love

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Once again i was on my own. Why did i always feel like when something started, it was eventually bound to end? I've always told myself i'm happy. I have great friends that love me and a guy that treats me ok. 'Ok' something that was never good enough for my dad. Besides my father's passing away a year and a half ago due to lung cancer...my life has been well...ok. *flashback* "Liz look at me honey. Please. This is important." My dad weakly breathes out while my mother's sobs faintly drown the voices outside the waiting room. "Why dad?...why did you have to smoke so much..." Trying not to let the raging tears flee from my eyes, i take a shakey breath in. "Liz look i don't have much time left to tell you this but i'll make the most of it" "Dad don't say tha-" "NO! Elizabeth Whitmore listen to me!" I quiet down. "You know i love you and i want what's best for you. This of couse isn't best but it's something that i couldn't help stop but besides this, i want to tell you that love comes in different ways and sizes. It's something you can change when you know it's wrong. Now your job is to pick the one that fits" He manages to give a weak smile and points to my heart. "This puzzle in your heart. That's the one that'll guide you to just the right one and when that time comes you'll know. I just want you to be happy. Be ha hap-" Flatline. "Dad...DAD! Please daddy don't leave" My cries started to sound muffled and unreadable "You can't just leave please-you're another missing puzzle piece don't you get it?!" I gasp for air. *end of flashback* Like i said before. I'm on my own. I tell myself i'm happy...but about that puzzle piece...
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"Mom, not today. I don't even know why you're making me go. Today is dads..." I didn't want to finish and remind her of dads' birthday. My phone kept ringing, I already knew it was Dakota, he's my childhood best friend. "Just take your brother to school, please!" She exclaimed. She looked miserable. I shut the door and smelled the freshly cut grass. I smiled to myself knowing it was my dad's favorite smell. "Alexandria! We're gonna be late, can you stop daydreaming and get in the car." My brother, Cory hollered. He hates to think about dad. He just forgets. I Jeep Wrangler and I started the car, Cory rolled down his windows. "Are we sitting together at lunch today?" Cory asked me. "No I want you to sit with your friends, I'll be alright alone." I told him. "Alright Alex, believe it or not I actually love you. And I love you enough to tell you, you need friends." He admitted. "Have fun. Love you too, Corky." I laughed at the name I gave him when I was a kid. He smiled at me then left into the school. I went on to go to a flower shop. I stopped and got out. I walked in the shop. "Ally, do you have my order, the cars running?" I asked Ally. "Yeah Alex, I have it. Your order for 1 dozen Chocolate Cosmos, 2 dozen Daises, and 1 dozen yellow Roses." "Thanks Ally." I grabbed all the flowers then ran back to the car. I drove to the grave. I threw all my stuff into my bag. I grabbed the flowers and I pulled my bag over my shoulder and got out. I looked around and saw people young and old coming here to see their loved ones. I saw my families graves. Almost my whole family will be buried here. My grandpa always said it was sacred. I put the Cosmos on my dad's grave. The Daises on my grandmothers and the Roses on my grandpas. I talked and talked to them till I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my bag along with a lighter. I put the cancer stick in my mouth and lit it. "You guys are probably really mad right now. Blame peer pressure in 9th grade."

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