Things can only get so bad before a miricle happens.

The storey of fateful love.

I've had enough for one day. All the yelling and smashing and fighting and harsh words that filled the living room. All the negetive people with faces twisted into tight ugly unreconisable deformations. I wasen't about to sit on the couch and witness this any longer, and I could hear it from everywhere in the house. Before I left, I ran into my room and decided to put on a black and white party dress, and let my hair run free all around my face. There was no logic or reason to why I changed into such a formal look, other than the idea just popping into my head-and nagging me to do so before I left the house.

 

I got a few stares from inraged family members on the way out, but as soon as the door shut behind me, I could hear them continue their pointless battle over any and every little thing. I was so done with everything, I just ran. I have horrible endurance, but I overcame it that day. I ran and ran and ran. I purposely ran down roads I didn't know, rather than the ones I did. I was trying to get lost, and after 45-so minutes of running, lost is certinly what I was.

 

I slowed down and just walked for a bit. I was now in some park covered in hills. The grass here was so soft and green. There was a single rusted marry go round, but that was it for playground equipment. Other that, it was just grass, hills, and an old creaky dock near a quite massive pond. I'd actually call it a lake due to the size, but that would be false. I ran up the highest hill, which had a wonderful view to the pond, and just sat.

 

The very moment I hit the ground, the blue sky was overcome with grey clouds, and it got really windy. I don't remember why, but I just started to cry. In that moment, I was a mess of tears and confussion. I didn't know what I wanted for myself. I was so sick of makeing myself promises to change, but never following through. Wasteing each day. Never living up to anything. Wasteing myself. I had so much potential, and I knew that...but I was so deep in this hole of despair i've dug myself over the course of several years, I didn't even know where to begin to go about climbing back out, let alone riseing once i'm back on solid ground. I felt hopeless.

 

In the middle of all my silent crying and feeling sorry for myself, I had the sudden urge to get up and dance. After all, I was free. I was out here all alone, so why not dance like no one's watching? As the old cliche' goes. And I did. I did just that. I got up and skipped around the hill, I got back to the top and just aimlessly spun around in circles, now laughing hysterically. I felt happy. Then I felt some kind of paper brush up against my leg.

 

I bent down and picked up what the wind carried in. It was a little clipping of a newspaper article The rims were all burnt away, and all that remained was a single line. It read "Things can only get so bad before a miricle happens." I found this very ironic, but I was desprate for something, anything.. So I belived it. With the last little drop of hope I had left, I spent it on beliveing this mystery newspaper article. I folded it in half and tucked it away in my sock.

 

I continued to dance. I was so caught up in the moment and lost in the sound of the wind rustleing the leaves, I didn't notice the boy watching me. During one of my twirls, I caught a blurry glimpse of a human figure, so I stopped and turned to face the figures way. It was a gorgous guy I'd never seen before, standing at the foot of the hill. "Hey there." I called down to him over the sound of the recently added thunder. "Oh, don't mind me. I was just watching a cute girl dance on a hill in a dress all alone when it's about to rain. And might I ask why she's crying?"

 

He was unlike any boy i'd ever seen before. Somewhere around 5'6, extremely shiny dark brown hair reaching the bottom of his shoulder blades. The biggest, greenest eyes I'd ever seen. Perfectly flawless ivory skin, other than a large red scar running the length of his left cheek, which I could see was already healed. Skinny, but defined. White teeth, with a noticable gap between the front ones. He wore tight white pants, and a fitted girls dark emerald hoody. No shoes, just black socks. His face reminded me of a more attractive version of Ashton Kutcher, (and Ashton Kutcher is hot as is, so that's saying something!) "Oh, it's just everything. So much is going on. I don't want to burdon a stranger with my sorry rambles.."

 

While I expected him to accept my decline and leave, he did the opposite. A few seconds later, he was sitting right beside me on the hilltop, eager to hear what I had to say. So I told him. I told him of the fights and the stress and the wasted time. The pointless existance and potential just sitting there rotting. And then we got into details, only because he asked. And he told me about his life, which sounded pretty equal to mine in terms of negetivity. By the end of our conversation, about 2 hours later, I was all out in love. No doubt about it, I had fallen for this stranger.

 

The sky was still grey, and the thunder still roared occasionally...but no rain. Odd, it usually would have been pouring by now. "The rain is waiting for us." His eyes never left mine. "Whad'ya mean?" He looked up for a few seconds, then back at me. "It wants us to do something to provoke it. I belive there are greater forces out there, but nobody could even come close to fathom what they are, if there is only one, or pretty much anything. We have no idea, but just look around. Look at human life and existance. Think of how everything works together. There has to be more out there. Nothing makes sense, but i'm okay with that. We'll find out one day. As for now, we just have to listen closely to the signs."

 

I couldn't take my eyes off from him. "Well then, let's provoke the rain." And right there on that hill is where the greatest, longest, most passionate kiss of my life took place. About 5 minutes later, I pulled away to see the expression on his face. Satisfaction, the same as me. And to nobodys surprise, the rain came down. Soft at first, then so hard it almost stung-but I didn't care. He didn't care. The words I spoke next, I had no control over. They just came out of nowhere.

 

"I want to call you home. I want to call you family." He just smiled, bigger than he was before. "I knew I'd find you here." I looked puzzled. He meant to say this wasen't at random? It wasen't coninsidental? "Nothing just happens by chance. It's fate. And intuition speaks of your fate to come. You just have to slow down and listen closely. Please don't let this freak you out, but I drempt of you last night. I saw a girl in a dress danceing in her misary on a hill. When I awoke, my intution told me to come find you here. It was just a thought that popped into my mind, and I had no choice but to listen, or I couldn't concentrate on anything else." He just became that much more gorgous.

 

I reached into my sock and pulled out the article clipping just as the rain stopped and the sun began to set. I showed the burnt little paper, and the look in his eyes sent a cold shock throughout my entire body. He turned the clipping around and pointed to a black ink stain. "This same clipping blew into my face as I was walking down the street the other day. It's the same one. I was so far gone, I didn't even think twice about it. I just let it keep on floating in the wind.." We spent a few moments in silence, but shared silence. Warm silence. I was in his arms as the sun moved out of sight, and the moon took its place. I was at home. More at home then i've ever been in my entire life.

 

By now it was full on night. We decided to spend the night right there on the hill. The air was quite warm in comparison to the wind, and the pond was beautifle in the moonlight. His arms felt like home. I had everything in those moments. That night, I was fully alive, like never before.

 

Just before we drifted off into sleep mode, I opened my hand that contained the clipping, and the wind picked it up and carried it away. Then I was asleep, in the full-body comfort of my perfect lover. Nothing could harm me now. Nothing could get me down. Not as long as I had him.

 

That was 5 years ago. 1,825 long days ago, and i'm still happy as ever. He is still with me. We now have 2 beautifle twins, a boy and a girl, in their terrible two's. I'm now a part of the happiest family anyone could ever imagine. And we vow to never let negetivity and fights fill our living room. There is so much love in our family, there is no room for anything less. It's perfect. As close to perfect as reality can possibly get. And I'm a part of it. That alone is the greatest feeling in the world.

 

One day our family was takeing a walk through that same park where I met my amazing other half. We sat atop the same hill, watching the same pond, and strangely, the sky turned into that same deep grey it had been that fateful day. As we sat and talked and laughed, I noticed our daughter messing with something. I took the little grey piece of paper from her hand and stared at it in disbelief. I showed my love, and we couldn't believe our eyes. Though a bit crumbled, and alot faded, we could still read the black print. In unison, we spoke the line aloud to our twins, and though they didn't understand, they seemed calmed by it. "Things can only get so bad before a miricle happens."

 

The End.