27. Foreign

She was different.

So unlike the others I'd seen before.
I don't know why.
For some reason I was drawn to her.
Was it her personality?
Caring yet adventurous?
Her smile?
Illusive, and infrequent?
She was so soft, so gentle.
Men would do anything for her.
To please someone like her.
One look at her eyes,
and it was like she saw right through you.
Like she knew who I was,
knew what I was...
But that didn't deter her.
For whatever reason,
she didn't shy away.
She was as drawn to me as I was to her.
Of all those around her,
she chose me.
Why, I have no clue.
Perhaps she saw a kindred spirit.
Someone who had been through the same as she.
Perhaps she saw a challenge,
to overcome with surprising ease.
We were so happy.
Oh, the look on her face,
as we welcomed you to the world.
If only it had lasted.
Just for a little while.
I still rue that day.
It's not what I had wanted.
She made the decision alone.
And left us, both of us,
to these dark days ahead.
Why did she have to leave?

She was different.