‘How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss?’
I’ve been thinking about these words for a while now, the resonate deep within my soul.
When I got home last night, I climbed into bed thinking about these words. It was a fantastic night. I met her. She is the one I’ve been waiting for all my life. I have finally met the woman that I am going to spend the rest of my life with.
We met in a coffee shop around the corner from my work, there were no other tables, so she sat at mine. We started talking and just clicked. There was a connection there that I have never felt before.
Within five minutes I knew she was the one. As we left, I gave her my number, and she kissed me goodbye promising to call me in the morning.
I walked home with a spring in my step, so I took the long way home, trying to burn off the energy that is coursing through my veins.
I got home after midnight and went straight to bed.
Ever since I was a kid, I could leave my body and fly around the world. I don’t know why I have this ability, but I’ve always had it.
That night was no different I went flying around the city, loving my life, exploring areas I haven’t been before looking for a bird’s eye view to take her on a date that she will never forget.
It doesn’t take long before I find it.
Having the date planned out in my head, I realise that the sun is about to come up, so I head home.
As I get closer to my home, I feel a horrible, gut-wrenching, searing pain in my very soul.
The pain sends me sparling through the air. It hurts so badly that I can’t bear it.
I manage to shamble my way home. Floating up to the window of my bedroom, I freeze. Horrified at what I see.
The blood is everywhere, my lifeless corpse is lying there with a large kitchen knife protruding from my chest cavity….
How did it end up like this?
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