Hey. Do you still go to Rocky Point? I did. But not anymore. When my truck broke down, I couldn’t go. But since I’ve got my truck back, I haven’t made my way down there. Remember why it was ‘our spot’? Because before either of us knew the other even existed, we both used to go there. Who knows? Maybe we crossed paths on a stroll down the path one day and didn’t even know it. When we first met, we drove there together in your Saturn VUE (Ronda). I told you all about my life. Everything from the beginning…even the abuse. You cried that night. Because, before you knew the devil inside me, you really felt for what I had gone through growing up. Before long, those tough stories of my life became nothing but an excuse for my actions.
Last summer, we drove the motorcycle to Rocky Point. We walked down the path until we came to the cement wall looking out into the ocean. We sat down, letting are feet dangle over the rocks. We were there to talk. We knew at that time that we argued too much. I was showing too many signs of being controlling. We talked about a lot. The biggest topic was your mom and your relationship with your family. I wanted to you to see them more. My biggest fear is that they would think I took you away from them.
When I look back at that night in my head, it is very dramatic. I’m sure in the moment, it was nothing spectacular but in my head, it’s beautiful. The sun was setting and we stayed til almost night. I remember holding you and laughing through it all. We didn’t argue at all. Because of all that, it’s a special memory for me. It was perfect. Funny how a memory can feel stronger than the actual thing sometimes, huh?
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