Reliving the Miracle

Well since it’s almost the end of this year, I thought I’d relive a memory I’ve been thinking of way to often lately. If your not in the mood for a sad tragic story with a twist of an ending, I wouldn’t read. Not really looking for anyone to read it anyway. Don’t expect anyone too either. This is just for me to relive it. I feel like it’s time. Okay…….here we go:

My boyfriend and I live about 2,000 miles away. Me and him were talking on the phone one day and I heard his mom walk in and say to grab some blankets and his phone and to hurry up. I asked him what was wrong but he said he didn’t know. So he grabbed a couple things from his room (while still on the phone with me) and headed to the living room. I heard his mom tell him that there was a tornado warning and winds were pretty bad. I knew there were some small storms suppose to come towards his town but I didn’t hear anything like this. He lived in an apartment building so everyone in the building was going down to the basement, where they kept the washing machines, so everyone would be safe. I was so afraid for him but he told me not to worry that it was probably just weather reporters freaking out like always. This actually happened a lot because he lived in ‘tornado ally’. So I stayed calm because I knew he was safe when he was on the phone with me. When he got down to the basement I knew a lot of people were down there, just because of the noise level on the phone. I could here they had a weather radio or small TV down there with them because I could here it somewhere in the background noise, though I couldn’t understand what it was saying. Brice (my boyfriend) wasn’t saying much so I guess he was watching the TV. It didn’t really matter if he was talking though, just knowing he was on the other end and safe was okay with me. After a few minutes I heard everyone in the background get quite and the TV was loud and clear now. All I kept hearing was tornado touching ground. I was dead quite and finally I spoke up and asked where the storm was and if he was going to be okay. He said it was just a few miles out of his town. I could hear in his voice how nervous he was, even though he was trying to hide it. He kept telling me everything was going to be okay, they were just exaggerating everything out of proportion, but I knew something was going on. A few minutes latter I heard someone yell everyone needs to sit down on the floor and when the TV goes out to get under something. I was crying by this point and my boyfriend started crying too. It took a lot for him to start crying so I knew it was serious. All he kept saying was I love you I love you I love you don’t you ever forget that. Saying that he’s so glad he meet me and that I’m the love of his life and he was the luckiest guy on this earth. He said it over and over again. I begged him not to do this to me, that I couldn’t handle loosing him. He was everything to me. It just hit that we were saying our goodbyes to each other. A boy I loved with every piece of me was letting go. But he just kept saying he loved me. Then I heard the TV go out and a little kids start screaming. He said he loved me one last time and the phone went out…………I started screaming his name into the phone and just crying. I couldn’t breathe. I laid on my bathroom floor for hours crying. I knew he was dead. I would never see him again. I wouldn’t ever hear his voice ever again. I wouldn’t even get a chance to meet him face to face. Never tell him I loved him again….

I don’t remember if I fell asleep that night. I must have though because I woke up to the phone ringing. My mom walked in my room and handed me our house phone. I wanted to throw the damn thing against the wall. That was the last thing on earth I wanted to see. Instead I answered it was a slurred hello. There was a short silence on the other end so I really didn’t know who to expect. Then I heard “Babe?”. I had to seriously be dreaming. Or fucking hallucinating because of some pills or some other shit. But……I wasn’t. It was Brice. I started crying and telling him how much I loved him and asking him if he was okay and what had happened. Apparently the tornado hit ground in a town 2 miles over from his. The effects from that hit his town but nothing even half as bad as what had happened to the other towns. Now, I’m not someone who believes in miracles, but that…..that’s something special. That day was the first day in my life that I can say that I witnessed an absolute miracle.