I sat there, still waiting for the words to come to mind. Nothing. Nothing, the same thing that has been coming since that day. Why was it so hard to get past this? Why couldn't I write? This is what I lived for. Music was my life. Why couldn't it be like it use to?
I sat for hours at a time, every single day. Still nothing, and it didn't surprise me. Not in the least. Without her, I wasn't me. Why was it so hard for me? I never treated her like she was a part of my life. When I left, I thought it was the best thing I could ever do. I felt so happy for once in my life. Now, here I was, alone and lost.
Picking up another peice of paper, I started to jot down everything that came to mind.
This could be just another love song,
And I could be happy too
If I had everything I wanted
If I had you in my life
Then this would be just another love song,
And I would be romeo
Somewhat proud of the little that I accomplished, I sat back and put my hands behind my head. Finally, I had something written. Finally, I actually liked what I had written. It's been so long. Too long, even.
I must have fallen asleep like that. When my eyes opened, I could see nothing. Just blackness. I got up, and felt around for a light switch. It wasn't where it was suppose to be. I felt a wave of panic go through me. Where was I? Where was all my stuff? I walked to the left, where my dresser should have been. I just went into another wall.
Finally calmed down, I felt around all the walls. Finally, after what seemed an endless hunt, I found it. A door. A light would have been better, but the door would do. At least then I could go and see if anyone was awake.
Opening the door slowly, some light came through. I looked back at the room, and saw nothing but the chair I had fallen asleep in. Weird.
Frustrated, I opened the door all the way open and stepped out. I had to cover my eyes. It was to bright. I guess that was my fault. I should have left a light on in the room before I went to sleep. Then again, it was daylight, and there was enough light coming from my open windows, and it would have been stupid to turn a light on. Come to think of it, who closed my windows? I usually woke up with just the littlest sounds.
I started walking further, still covering my eyes. I didn't even have enough time to catch myself before I hit the ground. I tripped. Squinting, I looked around. I was outside. All there was for what seemed miles were trees, and...and...
I sat up, and looked at what I tripped on. A head stone. This wasn't just outside, but the cemetary across town from my house. Written on the stone was: Zachary Walker Hanson, Oct. 22, 1985 - Jan. 3, 2001
I was in shock, and my face was frozen with awe. What? How? This can't be real. It's not even possible!
But it is, and it was. Finally freeing myself from being frozen in time and moment, I got up on my knees to look at it more closely. Sure enough, there it was written at the bottom.
It might not have been a common love song, but he was still the romeo. ~Daisy
There's always tales about what life after death is like. In my opinion, though, you'll find out nothing but truth when the time comes. The truth was, the one person who had the most reasons to hate me, Egotistic Zac as she always called me, was the one who loved me the most. I know that now, and I wish I could have known it then. No matter what, I was still the romeo. Isn't that what I wanted when I wrote it?