Lucy and I pt. 3

This is the next part to my story. Read part 2 before you read this.

           I ate some food and went back to my shady spot. I sat back and watched everyone else go on with their activities. Saw some people setting up volleyball net, some were playing soccer down the field, and some were just chilling in a nice shady spot with coke in hand looking for their dream girl. Wait, only I was doing that. That there is called bad humor. Kind of like what most guys do when they talk to a beautiful girl that they just met. 80% of the time they will get shot down by said beautiful girl immediately! I guess I was among the lucky 20% of guys that survive. Then again, she wasn’t like most beautiful girls.

 

            Lucy? What’re you doing here? GET DOWN!

 

            I awoke with a start; sweat dripping down from my forehead. It was that damn dream again. I keep dreaming of her. Actually, it shouldn’t even be considered a dream, it was a damn nightmare. I keep dreaming about her being next to me in military fatigues saluting to me.

 

            Reporting to the Lieutenant Sir!

            Then out of no where, I see a mortar shell in the air, coming straight down towards her. I always wake up before it hits her, but I always wake up with a quick heartbeat and heavy breathing. Worst of all, it felt so real. I could feel her next to me. I could feel the impact before it happened. I felt her no longer being in this world. My heart breaks every night because of that dream.

 

            You could say that I’m the type of guy that has “loved” a lot. We young people think that every time we get a little smitten, we believe that it’s true love. Looking back on it now, I think it’s pathetic. I’m going to quote a man I met awhile back while I was still in college. This man’s name was Brad Henning. Mr. Henning really changed my life the day I met him, and also changed the way I saw relationships and love. Mr. Henning said that love is not an emotion or feeling, nor is it a ditch, so you can’t fall in it. Love is actually a choice, a choice to choose the highest good for the other person. Remembering that quote now, I know for a fact that I love her. I hope she’s living a wonderful life right now. I love you Lucy. The stars are beautiful tonight.

Author's Note

Still a work in progress.