Chapter Seven:

 

              After Sam was discharged from the hospital she left to go back home and, took her kids with her. Movers came and shipped her stuff away the next day.

       It didn’t really sink in for Chance all at first. After she left he sat on his chair for close to two hours straight. Thinking, sitting, wondering, was this really it? Is it really over, did he really wait nearly fifteen straight years for the love of his life to get her and, loose her again? This couldn’t be it, whar was he to do next.

       A lightning storm started a bad one the kind that always accrued in July. This was the kind of storm that Chance and Sam made love to not so very long ago, when they fell in love once again.

       Chance looked around, and then looked up at the clock on the wall it was a quarter past twelve. Then he looked down at the box that Sam has given him. He had not read a single letter. He didn’t have the gut to do it. He thought for a quick moment and, then he thought “Why not read at least one letter? Don’t I owe that to Sam?”

       Chance opened the old Nike shoe box and, took a stack of paper that was banded together with a rubber band. Chance took the rubber band off and, took a folded up letter. Chance unfolded the old paper.

       Chance started reading:

       Dear Chance, this is so hard to write to you because, I have written a million other letters to you but, I have never sent one off. I don’t even know if I will send this one off, this is the last letter I will be writing to you. Please believe me sweet darling I wanted to make us work, I wanted with all my heart. I still love you to this day, I am married now. I will never think of him the way that I think of you. I will never kiss him the way that I used to kiss you. I will always love you and, that will never change, but the cold hard truth was that we can never be together, not like we were last summer.

I can still remember everything. How the warm air felt, how it smelled after it rained that first time we made love. I remember it all, I especially remember you! That is something I can never forget is you, the sweet love that we felt for each other. That will never fade. Seasons may fade away and maybe even memories but, you, you will never fade.

I won’t forget that summer, our summer. Summer of Love

Forever yours in your heart �" Samantha

When Chance was finished reading this he could feel tears in his eyes, and he felt it the sorrow inside. Chance couldn’t believe that Sam had written him, and she didn’t get any of his letters. He knew why she had not received them but, he wanted to know why.

Was it fate? Were they not meant to be or soul mates. He loved her with every living thing inside of his body. He had to let her go not only once, but twice. She was the love of his life and now she was gone. She was gone but, this time she was gone for good. Chance still couldn’t fathom it.

At that moment chance felt him cry out and burst into tears. “Sam, Sam no please come back to me,” Chance screamed out.

Chance sat and cried for well over an hour. He felt the memories flowing through his mind, replaying over and over. He couldn’t seem to get her off of his mind. It seemed as if those ghosts were all back to haunt him as they did before.  

Chance finally moved from the chair he had been sitting I n for hours, to go to the covert. As he was walking he noticed something that was particular. The painting that Sam had painted was still there.

Chance was sure that she would have taken that with her. Sam always held her art close to her. Although he knew she loved her art, he also knew why she left this painting. She left it as a present, like her saying thank you for everything he’;s done for her and, her children.

Chance got a beer and, a sandwich. He opened another letter to read.

It read:

Dear Chance, I have no idea if you just haven’t got any of my letters, or just choose not to write back. Not a day goes by that I do not think of you. Not a single second goes by that I don’t see your face.

Last night I dreamed of your face, it was that summer that we spent together, and the night we first made love. Your face haunts me in my sleep. I know I shouldn’t want you so much on account that I am married. It is wrong, my own husband does not even know that I wasn’t a virgin when I and him where married.

I hope you have not forgotten of me, because I have not forgotten of you. I will always love you, although love wasn’t enough to make us last, love will live on forever.

I still have your picture put away, the one of you and, I the day we met at the fair. I still look at it from time to time. I usually look at it when all of my strength is gone and, I need something to lift me up. You lift me up even, now that it’s over.

Won’t you please remember me? Remember me, when your married. Remember me when you’re lonely, or weak and trying to find the strength to carry on. Please remember me baby. Hold me close in your heart.

Yours truly- Samantha

After Chance read that last line he just fell apart at that moment. He could feel Sam’s pain when she wrote that as, if he wrote it himself. He could feel her tears as if he where her at that moment. He shared her pain and, it killed him inside. It killed him, tore him up. He wanted her and, only her.