To Be Loved.

For my sister.

It’s nice to be loved. And while it is quite important to hear it even at least once in a while, it’s really nice sometimes just to know it. There are a lot of people who never get to experience that kind of thing, and for that I truly pity them. For it is what makes us human, loving and being loved.
She knew she really cared about this man. This man who came into her life at a time when she least expected it. It was the lowest point in her life and he had no idea. He had no idea about her past relationship and how much it had scarred her. About the many pills she had to take just to cope with the desperate sorrow she felt every day due to the unidentifiable feeling of entrapment caused by her terrible relationship. About the severe pain she had single-handedly caused those closest to her. About the friendships she had ruined forever. All he knew was her, and for some strange reason loved her.
They had met by a strange coincidence of fate. He was single, she was single, and they had mutual friends who happened to be a couple. The couple introduced them and for some reason he fell for her. They talked about their idea of the perfect date. A conversation strange for any man and woman who barely knew each other she thought. But she told him anyway. It would start with the hour drive into the city, San Francisco. She had never lived in a real city, and never really had any sort of strong desire to. The only strong desire she had ever felt was to feel normal again, and dare she even think it, happy. But she loved to take trips, and visiting cities were always good trips. She and her perfect date would walk around the Pier for a few hours seeing the sights she had seen so many times, and as the evening was coming to a close and the sun was on its way down they’d have dinner on the pier. And what made it perfect was that she’d know that it was all for her. For once in her life, she wouldn’t be doing something for someone else. She wouldn’t be the typical self sacrificing person that she always felt she had to be. She could for once, for a glimmer of a moment, be a tiny bit selfish something she’d never had the opportunity to ever be. He gave her a half smile after he heard this and she felt embarrassed and turned, shying away from him. He turned to her and said, I think that sounds like a very nice, very perfect date. She felt genuinely pleased by his comment and almost, for a split second, normal.
A week later the two of them would go on their first official date. He would pick her up from home and begin to drive in the direction of the freeway that would take them to the city. She would question where exactly they’d be going and he’d answer with a passing comment saying, “I just thought it would be nice to have dinner on the pier tonight.” She’d smile and know that she was totally capable of falling in love with this man. She knew that while he had given her the capacity to fall in love again, she gave him the ability to make her dreams come true.