I have a story to tell
One that may not end that well
It is of a man and woman
Their journey to eachother....

I.
  There once were two children. One a boy and the other a girl. They knew eachother only from church. Sat in different rows but took the same Sunday school class. During breaks between class and church, the children were allowed to play. During this time the boy would pull the girls hair. Weather while in pig tails or down, he always had to touch her.

    This is how it went for years. The boy pulling her hair and she casting him ***** looks. Then after one summer, the girl had grown up. So had the boy. No longer children, yet not quite adults. The girl now found the boy handsome, but was shy to show it. The boys also found the girl pretty but was to afraid to tell. Then one day it happened.

      The girl had a simple party at her house. Invited her friends, including him. Surprisingly he showed. They all watched the game on TV then her and the boy took a stroll. He, as he did in their childhood, kept finding ways to touch her. Eventually he just grabbed her hand. That was it, a relationship started. They dated then for a while. Car rides, parties, parking and going to second only. Sitting together at church. Holding hands in the pews. Then, neither can remember, it was over. Relationship done.

       She went her way and he his. It never failed though. They continued to see eachother in church. The butterflies never leaving. Only now, she sat pews away from him. They only spoke to the other when needed. He then stopped coming, and so did she.

II.
       The boy went on and became a father but not a husband yet. Joined the military and that was that. Came home after his time served. Met a woman, fell in love, and married. Marriage didn't last and divorce happened. During this time of supposed marital bliss, he came back to church for a funeral. There he saw her. She had just had her second child, but to him still looked beautiful. They spoke while they each had a smoke. The butterflies still there.

         She went her own way too after high school. Dated around, met a man, married. They had two children. She believed she was happy. Then she went to assist with a funeral at church. There she saw him. She lost her breath when their eyes met for the first time in years. Butterflies roared in her stomach. Butterflies she had not felt in a long time even with her husband. They spoke while they smoked. How she managed words to come out, she does not recall. She felt true happiness again for that small moment in time. Happiness she did not realize had left her. Five years later, she decided enough was enough. She left her husbandand filed for divorce. She couldn't quit thinking since that fateful day five years prior that she was no longer happy.

III.

      During the turmoil of her soul debating to leave or not, the boy and the girl began to again talk. Completely innocent at first. He listened to her and she in turn learned what happened to him. Then, the week she left, they met again for the first time outside of church in years.

       They ate, they drank, they laid. Oh what a fateful day that was. It was to have only been a neutral meeting, but **** if curiosity did not come in. They wanted nothing more of eachother at that time. He still went his way and her hers. She dated, so did he. But they would still get together as though a magnetic force drew them near.

       Around the fourth month or so, things took a turn. They began to become inseparable on the phone and meeting together more and more. She tried to deny and he did too, that feelings had come into play. This was not supposed to happen. Not yet anyways.

IV.
       Fast forward to the now. Oh this here present day. Things have become quite serious between these two. Both delving deeper into the others psyche. Sharing with the other things no one else could know. Still not wanting to yet admit their feelings for the other. She remembering his words of "nothing until the divorce". Him remembering his words to her, "I'm here I am not leaving you again".

       How will this story end? Neither knows for sure. Predictions can be made. Prayers said to keep them together. Maybe after May the tides will turn full favor. Or perhaps fate will step in, once again, and tear them asunder.