“Forgotten Dreams” – Her Recollection

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A His and Her Perspective romance about a love which their yesterdays could only imagine.

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Exiting the ice cream shoppe, the Princess grabbed Johnny’s hand and ran towards the events taking place a few streets down.

It was called “street nights”, a time in the summer when the local businesses stayed open until 9 or 10 o’clock at night. 

Her little side had exploded out of her and she found herself skipping and jumping up and down.  She had never imagined anyone would ever see her this way again, nor that she would be made so happy.  But she was wrong.

He asked her what her favorite store was and she smiled as her eyes grew big with excitement.  She stopped walking and awaited him asking her the next obvious question.  And he did, inquiring if she would show him the store.

She nodded and grabbed his hand again, beginning to run, only to be slowed down by him.  While the ice cream had sped her up, it seemed to have slowed him down.  Still, she moved them along briskly, brushing past every store until they got to:

 “Forgotten Dreams” – a tiny little gift shop / card shop, filled with trinkets.

Without warning, her burst of energy stopped and she stood still, looking up at the store sign, remembering the first time she saw it.

“I would often go to this store after he broke us up,” she said, remembering how lonely and unloved she felt at that time.  “But it was in this store I found so many things that lifted my head back up, gave me hope and made me believe that my future would be so much better than before.”

She walked inside as if in a trance to do so.

The store was loaded with trinkets and other things that had inspirational writings on them.

“I would always come in here and walk around, reading everything,” she said, picking up a magnet off the register counter and handing it to him.  “There were a couple things I read which I never forgot.”

He looked at the magnet she handed him.  On it was written:

“A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses.”

She had made her way back to the stationery section with a somewhat aimless wander to her movements as she revisited her memories from past trips.  She felt his hands on her shoulders as he walked up behind her.  She picked up a diary from the display in front of her.

The diary cover read:

“If one advances confidently in the direction of her dreams, and endeavors to live the life which she has imagined, she will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”

“I always liked that,” she said pointing to the mirror in front of them.

They both took a moment to read what it said.

“Touching, isn’t it?” she said, leading him back up to the front of the store to the card rack.  “The answers were written all around me.”

She looked over at him and he was reading a card he had picked up from the rack.  She picked up another card and handed it to him.

“The last time I was here was the day before I sent you that first email,” she said as he opened the card she handed him.

The card read:

“God gave us two ears to hear, two eyes to see, two hands to hold.  But why did God only give us one heart? … Because he wanted us to find the other one.”

He bought the card and they exited the store. 

She steered them back in the direction of the ice cream shoppe and the car and they walked the street, first arm-in-arm and then she pressed herself up on the side of his body. 

She would never go back in that store again.  She no longer had a reason to go in there.  She went in there seeking an answer and she found it.  And now, she could safely break free from the things she needed to.  There was a security in her life now that enabled her to let go of everything she held on to just because it seemed “hurt” would always be a better feeling that “empty”.

But she was no longer empty and therefore, she would no longer be hurt.

She felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.  And as they strolled along, her steps became lighter.  There was actually more than one reason for that.  And it was also the reason she turned them around.

A playful grin spread across her face as she stuffed the card into the back of Johnny’s jeans and put her hand in his back pocket.  He stuffed his hand into the back of her shorts, cupping her diapered bottom and giving it a squeeze.

She smiled brightly into a blushing face.  Her slower steps and slight waddle added to it.  She needed to be changed and as they made their way back to the car, she knew she would shortly be staring up from the backseat at the roof of the car.

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