12.12.12 will always have a special meaning and memory for me. I know that you believe in coincidence, at least as 12.12.12 is concerned. But the universe tends to unforld the way it should. I am reminded of the story of my father and Barb.
When he was 17, my father dated a 15 year old named Barb. They dated briefly, only for a few months if my memory serves me properly. It was puppy love as ever puppy love has been.
When he was in his early 30s, my father again dated Barb. This time it was after their first mariages, repectively, each one now with a son. The romance ended quite abruptly, with Barb bouncing a beer bottle off of my father's Camaro.
As my father told me this story, he shared with me his experiences of the heart.
"Kyle, I've been in love twice in my life. The first time was the first time I held you in my arms. The second was Barb."
Barb and my father did not speak to nor see each other for the next thirty years. It was at the age of 62 that my father found Barb, the second love of his life, back in his world.
I think everything happens for a reason, even if we don't see it or understand it initially. I needed to leave Chicago, maybe it was for the opportunity I felt I would have in New York. Or maybe it was simply that I needed to lose you before I could fully know how much I love you. No matter what the reason, I find myself in the position to further myself and my life, giving it further push towards where and what I want it to be.
In order for me, for us, to have a life filled with happiness it is imperative that we acheive the things which we feel our hearts pulling us towards. As much as I love and adore you, I cannot and will not return to Chicago in the near future, as far as I can forsee. But DO NOT misunderstand that as I am not coming back. If you are in Chicago then I will be in Chicago. I will fight for you. I will fight for us.
I love you Bonita.
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