That fateful night at the bar, I ended up talking to a really nice guy and we talked and danced all night. He asked for my number. I gave him mine and he gave me his. I waited for his call and it never came. I decided after about a week, that I was going to call him and give him a piece of my mind. I was really disappointed that he turned out to be a flake. So I called him. As soon as I told him who I was, he told me that he had been trying to call me since we met. I asked him what number I had given him. He told me. I had just gotten a phone and I guess I had given him the wrong number.
We were inseparable. We did almost everything together. I had started writing again, and I was feeling really good about the direction my life was going. Soon, I was going to start looking around for a music scene.
I remember one night. I was sleeping. All of a sudden I woke up out of a heavy sleep. I opened my eyes, and saw my Dad. He was coming out from behind my bedroom door. He just stood there looking at me. With a tender smile on his face. He was wearing his work pants and his work shirt. I stared at him. I couldn´t believe it. I thought I was dreaming, but I wasn´t. After about maybe 30 seconds he was gone. I picked up the phone and with shaking hands dialed my boyfriends number. He answered right away and I told him what happened. He came right over. I cried and cried. It freaked me out so much. I knew I wasn´t dreaming. After that happened, after some time had passed, I felt lucky. He came to visit me. After that I had a few other experiences that made me feel close to him. I knew he was with me. And that made me happy.
Each day passed and I was feeling stronger. I spent alot of time with my family, my boyfriend, and I was ready to take the next step.
But, the Universe had a different plan for me. A few months later, I told my boyfriend I was pregnant. And we got married.