Message to Sharon

I met her about a month and a half ago and we fell instantly in love. Everything about her seemed to fit in my life so perfectly like legos. She has a daughter, who is a few months older than Aden. They get along great. She surprised me with how strong and fast she came on to me. She tells me after only a week of dating, “You are my soul mate, I asked god to send the man for me and you walked into my life, I know its early and you don’t feel the same about me and I don’t care, I love you, you were made for me.” This is very out of her character I later found out. She is a very cocky, rock-solid girl, more mature than me but a year younger. I ended up falling for her and felt the same connection between us that she did when we first met. We grew together and learned from each other. She taught me to trust and love again, and for the first time, I actually saw myself with a woman and having a traditional family as a possible future. Things got so good that at one point, that she asked me to move in with her. It was the hardest question to say no to in my life, but I have a little man to raise and provide a home to and I refuse to have him take that risk with me. Things had reached they’re highest, and then they’re lowest. Two days ago, she called me on the phone in tears so wet I could taste the salt, she was disturbed. She told me that she was so sorry. She had feelings for another guy. I was shaken but not stirred, it hadn’t hit me yet. But it hit Aden, who was laying in my lap at the time. He almost instantly woke up and hugged me. She let me know that he was a friend she had recently found on myspace after searching for him for 4 years. Apparently they had exchanged phone numbers and he confessed his love for her. The feeling was mutual. To give her a little clearer of a conscious I got cocky. I warned her that I had been hurt before and said that she couldn’t hurt me. I later found out that like everything else her heartfelt words and feelings had been a lie. Not one she told on purpose but more of a promise she couldn’t keep. It only took the other guy a week to get her, maybe less. I didn’t mean anything to her but she became a light at the end of a long dark tunnel to me. A light I pretended wasn’t there until I was blinded by it and then hit by the train it led. Maybe this is all a test, aka The Notebook. Or maybe I’m just a sap, and idiot who fell for another Rachel.

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