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Walking down main street on a shimmering summer day on my way to the park was something I loved to do. To walk by the shop windows and look at the displays and smelling the fragrant air was pleasing.
Finally arriving at the park, I found the perfect spot under a huge shade tree; I spread my blanket on the ground. Sitting down and removing the contents of my picnic basket I noticed a man sitting all alone on a bench nearby. With his head resting on his hands he appeared to be so sad, I somehow felt sorry for him.
The park was full of families; they were running, laughing and have such a grand time. They sprinted from the swings to the slides, from the sandbox to the lakes edge. The most entertaining part of all of this was watching the young ones learn to fly kites. They worked the strings like a puppeteer trying so hard to keep the kits floating on the breeze.
A year ago I had dreams of bringing my family to the park to play and have picnic lunches. Oh, what fun we would have had here, the thoughts warmed my heart and made me laugh out loud, but also made me sad.
Some dreams are just not to be, I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. A year ago John had ask me to marry him, he offered me the world, everything that I had ever wanted along with his unending love for me. He said he would always be there for me and that together we could do anything.
My emotions went crazy the day he popped the question, my heart was beating so fast I thought it would jump right out and land on the floor before me. My answer was a definite yes, of course I would marry him, he was the man of my dreams.
When I finally composed myself and opened my mouth to answer him something very strange happened, my brain overpowered my heart, something I will never understand. With complete shock, as if someone has just poured ice cold water all over me I heard my self say no.
My mind had quickly reminded me of all the times in the past when people had ripped my heart to shreds, they really didn’t care for me no matter what they had said.
I stood there staring at John that day; tears were running down my cheeks as if someone had turned the faucet of my emotions on full blast. I could no longer utter a word, my voice and my ability had been stripped from me. As hard as I tried I could not vocalize a single word, I just stood there shaking and crying.
John had such a look of disbelief on his face, his eyes were brimming with tears, I knew he didn’t understand this either. He stood there staring at me as if I was an alien and this was the first time he had seen me.
Why had I let all these hurtful feelings come back to over whelm me, they hit like rip tides in the ocean, each one getting a bit closer to drowning me I turned and walked away, it was all I could do
Gathering the remainders of my lunch and packing it back in my basket I realized the man on the bench was gone. I have no idea where he went or when he left. I folded the blanket and stuffed it in my basket and prepared to leave the park.
I stood up, holding my basket and taking one last look around the park, breathing in all the beautiful aromas. I hated to leave so soon, but the memories wouldn’t go away and it was taking all the fun out of my day.
I turned rather abruptly to leave; I just wanted to get out of the park as fast as I could. Hopefully this time I would be able to leave my emotions and the ugly memories here. If I could do that then maybe the beauty, all hand crafted by God would swallow up those bad memories so there would be nothing left but the sweet aroma of happiness.
The next thing I knew I ran into a wall, a human wall, it startled me so badly I found myself unable to speak. I tried several times to talk and finally uttered on simple word…John!
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