trekking through the jungle
his name is boy when he is mischievous, which is most the time. his name is honey when he is sweet.
we were just kids when our worlds collided. we fell hard and we fell fast. neither of us had a chance really. we were in love before we knew it. i honestly didn’t see it coming. the boy was really not my type with his long hair and gangsta clothes. i remember my father telling me, never bring home a boy with long hair. yes, he really told me that. and i was not the rebellious type. but my heart knew better than my head. for that, i am thankful.
i remember people talking. i could hear their thoughts of disapproval. you see, we were from two different worlds. the boy was a reformed gangster and i was the immaculate good girl. seeing the boy’s appearance for the first time, my father’s jaw dropped down to the floor. but i knew the heart of the boy was pure gold. and there was something addictive about his adventurous spirit. i knew life with him would never be ordinary. and it hasn’t.
the boy told me to be ready to go trekking through the jungles of south america. you see, he was going to conquer the world. and i would go with him.
it is ten years later and we have not trekked though any jungles, but close enough. we certainly have had our share of adventures and hardships. starting our own business, dealing with my car accident and brain injury, making two beautiful girls. there are some days where i feel like maybe it would have been easier to trek through the jungles of south america. but i am so glad to be on this crazy adventure called life with my best friend. i wouldn’t trade him for the world.
i love you honey!!!