“Can you truly say we will be still together in ten years?”
“No.”
“Then you have your answer why we can not be together.”

So there I was sitting in the park with a bottle of wine, and a red rose. Wondering where I would be in ten years, and who I would spend it with. Is it alone, or is it with someone I could connect with. Getting dumped truly is the worst experience anyone can endure in their life, especially when it is done at your mother’s birthday with your entire family their watching you fight in the corner. I wasn’t able to just brush it off, and walk away and sneak in my room before my parents got home from work. My father sitting in his chair looking disappointed in his only son, my mother pouring a sixth glass of wine; she ended up passing out into the gravy bowl by the end of the night.

I left the house with what I have now a bottle of wine, a rose, a card expressing my love to my mother for her dedication towards me. So here I am thinking of my life, and were I would end up.