Lucy

Originally written: June 22nd 2009


Every moment I could spare I would watch her, that was the only time I ever felt truly full. Every other time I would be en empty casket searching for a reason to live. Lucy was not just some obsession, I had a deep and powerful love for her. Lucy had been everything that I could ever want.

I tried hard to constantly justify my logic for my connection with her, but it could be nothing else other than love. Lucy was not a perfect being, or even the most beautiful woman by many standards, she was moody, temperamental and highly opinionated.

But sometimes there are things far beyond the comprehension of human kind, and at the same time they require no justification at all, somethings are meant to be; such as animal attraction. Some may call it a connection-pheromones, things of that nature, but for whatever reason I could never shake Lucy from my mind.
Almost 3 years ago, I was a different person. I lived by the moment without consequence day by day.I spent all my time doing whatever it was I felt like doing. With almost no regard for anybody else. My best friend Fhil and I would go drinking once in a while and play video games, talk a lot. I was grateful to have such a great friend, he was also the reason I met Lucy. It was in early august, Fhil and I just went to the beach for a few drinks. Fhil ran into one of his casual girlfriends, who of course had a posse of women with her, Lucy being one of them. I remember her disconnection from the rest of the group caught my eye right away, she was always awkwardly misplaced, looking away from everyone; you would most likely get the impression that she was shy.

I started to talk to her, and slowly we pulled away from the group, Fhil seemed to handle all the women by himself anyway. Lucy told me of her life, her love for animals and nature, her dedication to her unobtainable dreams. I know, it was impossible to know then and there, But I was sure I had fallen in love. Lucy was different, her responses weren't the standard generic kind; it had clicked long before she even opened her cute little lips.

Lucy showed me a life I didn’t know, we would go on picnics, bread, cheese and apples, and she would make me taste them all together; she would show me her favorite TV show and explain every detail that inspired her. Every morning we would kiss, as if we had never kissed before; tender and gentle and full of love and longing and for the rest of the day I would be filled with a happiness, unexplainable.

It wasn't until Lucy came to stay with me for a few weeks that things really started to deteriorate. Fhil had been around, feeling lonely I suppose although knowing him he would never admit it. I ignored Lucy, I knew my responsibilities were to her, but Fhil had always been there for me. I thought she should’ve been more understanding. But this was the first time we were to be alone, together for an extended period of time.
Fhil stayed over the entire time, Lucy felt so disappointed and broken, and when she left her greatest-selfless regret was actually having to go at all.

I felt terrible, but there wasn’t much I could do, I guess it was my own fault; i messed up.
After that, Lucy pulled further away, we talked still as often, saw each other briefly but something had changed, we would fight about things that didn't matter,and one day Lucy came back from a party, she called me the next day and told me she met a guy, and I knew that was it.
She saw him that weekend, and they were gone, Lucy disappeared right then and there and I was left back were I started but with such a feeling of loss and embarrassment. Now things couldn't simply go back to the way it had been before Lucy.

I lived with Fhil for a long time, hoping that I would erase all my memories, the apple, the park, the smell of her hair. Time I thought, was the only real healer ; time did help, it got easier but...
Even after dating a handful of girls, they were not even close to Lucy.
I wonder if things would be different had I met someone else genuine like her, not with ill intentions, or just using me. It didn’t matter.
Lucy is still taken, not by the same guy though; by a much nicer guy than the last. I know he takes care a lot for her,she deserves that.
There's nothing left that I can do, I think about her still, I remember promises I made- things I said but never did; I live looking for another one like Lucy.