After an almost fatal car accident due to her father's wicked ways, Onika Maraj is left blind. The 18 year old was unfortunately left with lifelong injuries, resulting in her long term memory loss. A long 15 years slowly drags by before she's reunit...
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In some way, after losing her, I subconsciously stunted my emotional and spiritual growth. It was embarrassing, I always promised myself that I'd never wait or be the type to wait for anyone to complete me.
But, she shook my soul up. She turned on all of my off switches. I hadn't been right since, and I didn't know who to put the blame on.
That all occurred almost two decades ago, and though I was scarred in places people couldn't observed, I'd been able to keep my facade physically.
My wife tugged on my belt loop, I had been so far off with my thoughts that I neglected to see her enter the large walk in closet. My eyes met hers, her lips softly touched mine, and our morning was started just like that.
"BJ's game starts at four, this is his first senior game, Bey...."
"I know, Lori. I'll be there, aren't I always?" I placed a sweet kiss on her lips before tugging her arms from around my waist. I wasn't a fan of affection, and after years of being married, my wife still had yet to come to terms with it.
"Did you at least take your medicine?" She walked over to me and handed me a cold bottle of water right along with the small oval shaped medication. I looked at her thoroughly before throwing the tasteless pills down along with a swig of cold water.
I left the house refusing to bundle up to protect myself from the harsh weather. After years of being stationed in Northern Europe, I'd become immune to cold weather. New York's snow had nothing on Switzerland blizzards.
The symptoms of my medication had began to settle, my stomach growled as I pulled up to the small, intimate café I'd grown to love.
Often, I dreamt of her, of us. In the beginning, I'd wake up drenched in sweat, heaving badly. So bad to the point where I began taking medication for it. I told my wife it was surface level stress, but she knew what the truth was. The doctors prescribed me pills for depression but I wasn't fucking depressed. What I was going through was some shit deeper than depression. My mother continuously tells, well, told, me it was a cold case of heartbreak. Lori knew it was, too.
It was.....indeed.
She was the woman of my dreams. Literally. And just as I remembered her, she was a large contrast in my bland, typical life. As the bright star made its appearance in the sky every morning, Onika made her appearance in my unconscious mind every night.
It pained me for the first five years, that was, until that pain became an unhealthy addiction of mine. Though I dreamt of her during our time together, which was a long time ago, it calmed my nearly shattered heart. She was the thread that kept the last piece of heart I had pumping. My wife asked me of a woman named Onika once. She said I muttered out her name during one of my slumbers, I assured her it was no one she had to worry about. And though Lori and I's marriage wasn't founded on love, I cared for her deeply. She gave me a son, a blessing.
