I Hope You Never Lose Your Sense of Wonder..

Today in 3B- which happens to be my Art class, a song came on; it's one of my favorite songs, but it's also hard to listen to.
It's a song my mom used to sing, hoping one day my father would hear, & that one day he would come back.
Reality is, he never came back. He married my stepmom... and told us two weeks later.
Now that i'm older, i can kinna understand that pain my mother felt. He promised he'd come back after all, but why trust an alcoholic right?
Momma never dated after that. She gave up on love. I've been close to that point before, and Kirk came and chased that thought away with the way he said "i love you"
I have never heard someone say those three words with such sincerity and such compassion before, and to this day that statement, that tone of voice, makes me melt.
I have never felt this way before.
And that feeling makes me pity my mother, because I know she's never had it. & she never will. and that fact makes me angry with my father, my hero, my deddy. Maybe he isn't the one that she was supposed to have that feeling with, but he certainly damaged her to the point of not trying anymore.
And that feeling makes me so thankful. That God gave me my miracle, my one & only love, Kirk William Buffington.
...it's funny because no one believes that it's possible for me to love. I'm 16 years old after all, going to be 17 in less than two months. I have no friken idea what I'm talking about right?

wrong-o.

Personally, ha, I think I know a little more about love than the ones that are just begging to differ. Because the ones that are telling me i have no idea what I'm talking about, are the ones that have been divorced at least twice. Funny huh?

Point being- I know twenty years from now I'm not going to be singing some sad love song hoping for someone to come back. I'll be singing the songs my love wrote for me & telling my kids that dreams do come true.