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3 years had passed since Michael s death. His loss had left a permanent hole in my heart that nothing could ever fill…but I managed to get passed his death, with the help of Rebecca. I couldn’t have done it without her. I had hit rock bottom, and like the angel she is, she had reached down and pulled me out of the deep hole I was stuck in. I owed everything to her. There’s no way I could have made it without her. She was so wonderful. I still remember the first day she came to visit me…
I was in the infirmary. I had to stay there for a few days, so they could monitor my behavior. They thought I might try to commit suicide, or maybe I’d just lose it all together and go crazy. I probably would have, too, if it weren’t for her…
I was standing in my room, staring blankly out the window. Just like I had been doing for the past 3 hours. Everything felt so empty, it’s like nothing mattered anymore… Until the door to my room suddenly cracked open. I didn’t notice at first, I was too lost to notice much of anything. But then I heard her sweet, angel-like voice…
“Josh?” Surprised, I quickly turned my head around. What I saw could only be described as the light at the end of the tunnel. It was Rebecca, standing there sheepishly with flowers and a teddy bear in her arms. She smiled, and the room seemed to light up.
“Hey you! I know flowers and stuffed animals are a bit girly, but-” I interrupted her.
“No…Thank you.” I said, both confused and awe-struck.
She walked over to the bed, putting the flowers on a table and handing me the teddy bear before sitting next to me.
“If you don’t mind me asking…how did it happen? How did he die, I mean?” She looked at me with big eyes, full of curiosity and sorrow.
I paused, staring down at the brown bear in my hands.
“I’m sorry…It’s too soon..It was wrong of me to ask.”
“He, uh… drowned. He was only 5, and I guess he managed to get out the door, unsupervised somehow…” I trailed off, my gaze still locked on the stuffed bear.
She didn’t say anything, but after a few seconds she put her arms around my shoulders and gave me a small hug. I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do…
but her warmth felt so good. She made me feel something again.
She came to visit me every day, and each day she brought a new gift. Eventually, my once bleak infirmary room started to light up with the items she had bought me. She would stay with me for hours. Sometimes we’d talk, other times she would just keep me company. Pretty soon, I even started smiling again. She was so amazing. I couldn’t believe a girl like her would even give a guy like me the time of day.
I’ve been with her for 3 years now. Possibly the 3 best years of my life. I never imagined that I would find a girl quite like her…I was in love. Head over heels in love. She was smart, pretty, sweet, and most importantly, she was mine. She was better than the girl of my dreams. I wanted to start a life with her. I wanted to start my life with her.