The Road That Leads To Your Heart: A Short Story
Dear Reba,
It’s been ten years since I last saw you, twenty years since last I danced with you, and thirty years since we first met. But no, Reba, I’m not counting. I’m only reflecting. As time went by, I stayed the same. As you moved out and moved on, I stayed “home”, just as my heart, clinging ever after to the possibility that you and I had a shot—that we had a chance to be with one another. I thought to move on, I really did. I thought to find love thereafter in someone else, to seek happiness where once there was so much of, where now there is so little of. But maybe I was under your spell and so couldn’t commit to another. Maybe I was in love with being in love with you.
So after all these years, I’m no more the wiser than I was back then, albeit ten, twenty, or thirty years ago. The only thing that I’ve learned is that being in love with someone is a promise I cannot break, an emotion I cannot shake, and a feeling I cannot fake. And if I know you like I think I do, then I just made you smile. How I wish could see your smile once again. In my mind’s eye, I see your smile and so can’t help but to smile myself.
I must confess to you that I went out to look for you. I did some searching and researching and finally found you after all these many years and found your hyphenated name. After much deliberation, I thought to come and see you, because I needed to, because my heart told me to, because after you know someone for as long as the two of us have, you and I will never be strangers to each other, no matter where we go or who we end up marrying. Even after seeing all of the evidence in front of me, I had to know, Reba, I had to be sure. My heart insisted that I do and with that said, I listened to the urges of my heart and went to see you after so many years.
In driving out to see you to surprise you, I had nothing but good intentions. I bought you a bouquet of crimson roses not because it was Valentine’s Day, but because they were your favorite. The entire way I thought about all the times two of us shared, throughout the years, having dated our other peers around us. There was that dance back when the two of us were only kids, with not a care in the world. But that night changed everything didn’t it? That was the only time my entire life that I ever felt perfect.
Your house wasn’t difficult to find with the help of my GPS. But it wasn’t my GPS that found you initially. The road that leads to your heart is invisible to the naked eye, but not to me and not to my imagination. I’m letting my feelings find you, through the snow and sleet of the New England winter through miles and miles of asphalt road that would lead me back to you. And in getting closer and closer to you, I can’t help to become excited by the notion of seeing your smile once again, of your golden blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes that compliment your smile. I imagined you crying out to me, “Oh my God! It’s been so long!” just before the two of us embrace once again—reunited again for the first time in a very long time. And in doing so, my thoughts and feelings would hum the words, You did the right thing. You did it.
But that’s not what happened.
What happened instead wasn’t what I expected at all, because just as I was getting out of my car to walk over to your house I saw you and a beautiful little girl who had your eyes and your hair. You were helping her to get into your Volvo that was parked in your driveway. As far as I was, I was still able to see the ring that was on your finger. This little girl said to you,
“Do we have to go, mommy? I don’t really want to go!”
“Yes sweetie, we do. It’s very important that we do. We made a promise, remember?”
You then did something that for all my days I won’t ever forget: You wiped away a tear from your daughter’s cheek and then gave her kiss. It was like something out of a movie only much more believable.
Just then, the snow had turned into rain. Where once I was comfortable with the weather, I suddenly began to get very cold. When you turned to look in my direction, I hid behind my car, like a coward and made sure that I was out of sight. After you had this little girl all fastened to her car seat, you closed the door and got inside. The two of you seemed to be in a hurry to make good on your promise—whatever that may have been, as you then backed straight out of your driveway and drove right pass me without looking at me. While standing there with your saddened bouquet in both my hands, my thoughts went into overdrive. This time, it wasn’t my heart that was doing all the talking:
What the hell were you thinking anyway? Did you really think that she was going to just drop everything in her life, leaving her husband and daughter and just run off with you to the Cayman Islands, dumb ass? Was that your plan?
With no one else around me that I knew of, I said out loud, “What the hell am I doing here?” I looked around me to search for a trash can to throw away your roses but then thought better of it. When I no longer had an answer, I then got back into my car and drove away.
My heart was silenced by everything. Not ever before had I felt so ugly or felt ashamed of almost doing something that I first thought was right. I had become something of a monster, Reba, and for that I apologize. So maybe it was a good thing that we didn’t see each other that day, I don’t know. I’m sure that if your neighbors saw me they grew very suspicious of the guy that was ducking behind his car when you looked over. I’m the guy that’s afraid of little girls I guess.
Until this day, I still have your bouquet of crimson roses, Reba. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with them. I thought about throwing them away dozens of times but just didn’t have the courage to do so. I think that a part of me just can’t bear to see such a thing tossed to the side to die in the cold. Perhaps I want to keep your roses fresh and alive for you for when the two of us see each other again, as impossible as that sounds. I just know that we’re going to see each other again some day, so when that time does come, I’ll be ready to hand them to you. I hope your roses don’t ever die, Reba.
With All My Love,
Dohn.
Dohn's Commentary
Now, if I know my readers well enough, I’m guessing that they (or you, lol) have a lot of questions that need answering and so by supplying this commentary, I hope that I can answer at least some of them. First off, my going to visit Reba Ashkar did not happen. This story is fictional, just not entirely. I've thought of doing so, but didn’t because I think that she is indeed happily married. The last thing I'd want to do is to cause any kind of conflict with her and her husband.
I’m not sure whether or not she has a
daughter or a son, but I’m guessing that she does as she loves children. How do I know this? Because her and I were camp counselors in New Hampshire for three
summers and absolutely loved our jobs.
This story is solely dedicated to her, Reba Ashkar, my first love. I wrote another story called “First Crush: Reba
Ashkar: A Short Story" and a non-fictional piece titled “Unrequited Love: The
One That Got Away.” Both are about her
and so are dedicated to her. "If I Had Wings" also makes mention of Reba as well.
If you haven’t already, please listen to or watch the video I’ve included as it is the exact same song I heard during the last summer her and I saw each other. It means a lot to me that you do as it compliments this story perfectly. Listen to the lyrics and you’ll know why.
I really do hope that this hub is acceptable as a HubMob Hub. If not, I’ll be sure to be hearing from Princessa very soon!
P.S. Thank you for reading this story as I’ve been meaning to write it for awhile now. By the way, I don’t condone cyber-stalking or any kind of stalking for that matter! I hope that you enjoyed reading this.
Dohn
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Comments
Hi sir, just been directed here, by Blondepoet, i wonder if you remember me..... You knew me when i was Poet Lorraine, and look i think i visited this before quite a few times.....
Wow - I've stopped by so often because I missed you dohn. Finally made the time to stop missing and truly visit. This is one of the most masterful, heartfelt pieces I've ever read! Had to immediately post on my fb wall for all to enjoy. Are you on facebook?
Thank you for this. I will continue to truly visit more often to be sure. Much love, Sylvia
Hello dohn121 I have seen you around quite a bit and I don't have an excuse to not have fanned you by now so I will just apologize, I think your hub was lovely, sad and very well written. I actually did look for the one that got away and it turned out almost the exact way but it helped me to recover and finally get over him and I started to live my life without thinking about that lost hope that we would one day reunite. Sometimes it just isn't meant to happen. My experience was much like that song about being greatful that the one got away because they weren't what they used to be or what you remembered them to be. Well anyway, really like your work and so you can consider me a fan. Thanks for a lovely read.
Hi, Dohn, I'm visiting this one again. :p
The reason why I don't really 'in' with this one because it is story about Reba Askhar, the one you already explain in another Hub as the one who rejected your hand. I hate to see sadness in this one and thinking this is real. But it doesn't mean you not wrote in in wonderful way, Dohn. In fact, "The road that leads to your heart is invisible to the naked eye, but not to me and not to my imagination." I love this line a lot! You are really gifted in these.
Just to think she caused you pain, made me did not able to put comment before. Please forgive me! ^_^ It simply because I'm silly. Hahaha....
Wow this truly is popular......
Well, of course, I love this.. such a beautifully written 'saga.' Really felt how you hung your heart out and I so feel that having such love for anything or anyone keeps us in line to surge forward in plights in life... across time and seas... Lovely. :)
This is so beautifully written. It is very touching,and also sad at the same time. This has to be my favorite article that I have read on hubpages.
dohn121 - This is a great story and I could not help to think what I would do in this position...Nonetheless, we done and do let us know if you ever reconnect :)
It is amazing how someone can impact our lives so much that we carry them with us forever. I enjoyed reading this story.
Wonderful story, Dohn! The first cut is the deepest, my friend.
Bro...It moved me. I needed to change the direction of Revenge,Inc. Because I was getting angry at society, Nahh! I am only kidding! It was refreshing, and even being fiction you must have pondered and dreamt about it before you put it in writing! You can`t help it, man! You are a romantic at his best, and a good one at that I may add! You have a way with words, Dohn, my brother! It is poetic. No belittling yourself with things like "Are you sure, Brenda? I really didn't think this was beautiful :(". It was quite good! See... I am not trying to boost your ego or anything of the sort! You CAN write and that`s that period!
Two thumbs up and a dozen bouquets of crimson roses to go along with it!
Warm regards, my brother,
Al
Ohhhhh this brought a tear to my eye :-( you will find another reba one day! :-) great hub!
A deep and very touching fiction. Bravo.
callmefoxxy, my pen is a mighty sword!
Marvelous hub!!! The clarity and balance shine from this hub. The contents displayed are superb and can be regarded as close to perfection. The story of Reba is simply effortlessly- classic. Thanks a lot for providing such a wonderful hub.
A sad but nice ending to a nice story. Keep the good work up Dohn.
Wow-I enjoyed reading this,even though me eyes are blurred with tears, but hey- that's part of what makes it so good-the ability to effect from within. Thanks for sharing this.
HC PORTER
Ah, Dohn! I know the feeling! I sometimes wonder what happened to my exes but I don't think they'd be as beautiful as Reba- far from it- in fact if I wanted to track them down I think the zoo would be the best place to start!
I'm glad you put in your commentary - that kept me happy and I feel better now I've read your wise words! Wherever Reba is I think she'll feel very flattered that someone is writing such beautiful stories about her - I certainly would if I knew any of my exes were writing anything even vaguely comprehensible about me. But I fear they don't allow pens and paper in the gorilla section of the zoo. Sigh.
Lovely read!
Brillant story, really enjoyed it, i really think you should visit Reba (in real life or in fiction ) or you will give a lifetime wondering. I will come back for part 2, and hopefully a happy ending!
We are all waiting to read what happens next!
Dohn: Sigh, your story was tugging at my heart strings; couldn't wait to find out what happened when you met Reba, and felt an achy tug when you described her getting in the car with her little girl and you standing in the snow with the roses, which you have kept. Whomever is your partner is lucky to have a man that is not afraid to love and express love.
Enjoyed reading this; you are one talented writer. Just read your comment she friended you in Facebook. Coool! :)
This was a beautiful but heartbreaking story. Have you considered sending her a letter? I don't think she would be offended by a letter.
Very touching and thoughtful!
O-ditto on the meeting you . .. and yes i can tell you must have been quite the troublemaker as a kid. . somehow something tells me you still are ;)
xoxox
shari
Dohn what an amazing gift you have to be able to use words in the way you just have. Indeed a very well put together hub i could not miss a line of what you wrote. Amazing and beautiful!!!
Ah . . . life and love. What a world we live in and what a world the heart inhabits. I surely enjoyed your fine prose here, my friend. You are one excellent writer.
Dohn - what a wonderful story - with or without the commentary. The award was well deserved! Thank you for sharing such an intimate part of your famous imagination!
O...I read this yesterday but I had to come back and read it again. . i love how you can express your words. . you have this knack to taking me wherever it is you go , ,I felt as if I was standing in that driveway with you and I saw her put her little girl in the car and I could hear your heart beating out of your chest , , i wanted to wipe your brow but i didnt want to ruffle the leaves. .. you are a man of my heart. .. but you knew that already.
And add to it all.. our music is always so in synch is amazes me , but that is not a surprise
very lovely... i wish I am Reba.. its very fortunate to be loved that way...
Very nice and with sweet sentiment.
Dohn - one of the best ways, they say, to kick start a fiction piece is to ask yourself the question 'what if...'
You did a great job. It was a moving piece. Congratulations on being the best fiction hubber! You deserve it!
Crickey - Very touching. I could picture the story as I read it. Wish I could play Cupid b/w you and Reba.
Best Wishes.
Good intentions and expectations have always been my downfall in love. A sensitive piece beautifully woven. Thanks, as ever... Jeff
Hello my dear good friend, some members of my famyly and friends call me Reba.:) When I read the name I thougth it was a hub for me. Lol. Beautiful story my friend. Thanks for sharing. As you ready know, I love the way you write. Have a great weekend bro.:)
I was secretly hoping you would follow her to that important place she had to go to. Maybe it was the fathers weekend with the little girl :) There's always hope.
Anyways, as usual, great story.
good hub!
Nice sentimental story Dohn, and thanks for the commentary. I'll have to read your other Reba stories. I hope you changed the name to protect the innocent?
Very touching story Dohn and akthough your commentary clarifies much, and although fictional, the aspects of it are real. Love is truly entoicating and makes you do many things that you normally would not do. The essense was there and you did it beautifuly and sadly at the same time. The one that got away, the thing with that is that you are left with the wonderful memories not knowing if it was really "The One".. Great job!
HAHAHAHHA!!! Dohn, it was you who spoke/wrote those words....and believe it or not, I read a helluva lot more then I comment. oh, and I don't own a car? I go to the public Library once a week for the kid's school, but rarely use their computer, as that time is intended for something else. But I've got money saved for a new computer, hopefully I'll be all set up by the end of March. Have a good weekend guy!! Hugs. ;)
Beautiful story,though I had a few questions,but I found you answered all in your commentary.Fictitious stories always sound better to me than the real ones.I just feel that still she is your greatest strength and you always love to keep her vivid in your heart. And I must mention-"The only thing that I’ve learned is that being in love with someone is a promise I cannot break, an emotion I cannot shake, and a feeling I cannot fake"-reflection of a beautiful mind.
I have been trying to get back here for 2 days!! I hate my computer!!! I just wanted to say that yes, you have helped me more then you could know. You do have quite a bit of wisdom, ya know? Thank you.
what a fine piece of writing, you put your heart into this one. it made me think of a long lost lover who wrote to me after 30 years and wanted for me to write to him or call. I never did, i left the letter unopened for two months and when i opened it he admited that i was the only one he ever loved and that he wondered why i never came to him after my divorce.He used my high school reunion book to hunt me down and i was surprised that he still had feelings for me after all these years. I just cant bear to call him or even write, i am in a great relationship and i just dont want to answer him and yet...I too decided not to go there. But i wonder what he thinks of me now that i hurt him one more time by not writing. Perhaps he thinks i moved and never got the letter but it is still some unfinished business that i chose not to re open the wound. But still i wonder? your story struck a chord of truth, that sometimes its best not to know. girlpower another one of your literary groupies
oh yes dohn i think this is a beautiful piece of literature, by any ones standards. It is exceptionally good.
It's a very brave thing to do dohn, wearing your heart out on your sleeve like that. And it's a love that even dared speak its name. (Sigh)
Anyway, I know somebody's waiting for you. Keep the faith. In the meantime, live love hub! :D
Great work on a tough subject Dohn, I'm sorry that she is the one that got away for you. Excellent story as always. I wish you the best.
I don't know what I can say that hasn't already been said. I could see myself standing there watching the story unfold. Dohn, you have a way with words and imagery that is astounding. We all have a story about the one that got away, major props for the courage to share it.
dohn, There is nothing unique to add from your other commenters. It was an excellent story, as always.
this hub made my heart go weak in the knees. sublime, Dohn...
That was beautiful, Dohn. I especially love, "The only thing that I’ve learned is that being in love with someone is a promise I cannot break, an emotion I cannot shake, and a feeling I cannot fake."
Writing from the heart is the best kind and sometimes the hardest.
If you don't know it yet, you are one. I'm married to one and i feel lucky! Re your Q:It's like picking fruits in the market, the best and yummiest don't last. You gotta be 'quick' when you find the one you like.
Donh, this is totally poignant and hauntingly beautiful. How can we forget our first true love? They occupy a place in our hearts that time may not heal. I, too, left my first true love in Singapore and to this day, he pops up in my dreams. I want him to go away, but he never does. Sometimes, love isn't enough--chasm of circumstance, of forces beyond us dictate the outcome.
I feel your pain--hopefully, time can ameliorate the ache. I hope another "Reba" shows up--you deserve the best the world can offer.
Thanks again for the lovely story.
Dohn,
This is such a lovely story and it seems so real. I do remember Reba from your other story (If I had wings); paying tribute to your first love is great
well, I tried to not read this, as I am about fed up with love and romance and Valentine's day. Sorry, if that sounds harsh. My heart is breaking for all the people sitting around, waiting for "the one" to wake up and realize all they ever wanted is still sitting here, waiting for them to come back. Somebody pretty smart once said to me..."The business of progress is progress and if you and (s)he were meant to be together then it will happen, but it's not fair for you to have to wait on his(her) terms, as much as you want to be with him.(her) You have to remember to live." Its good, sad, hard advice. I know your not really waiting, its more about letting go, but Im sorry it has to hurt so much. Beautifuly written Dohn. Im glad I read it, even if it did make me cry. :)
I am sighing...Oh dohn! Well, you are not alone, I've been down that road too but have found my peace. I know you have... :) It's a touching story and a piece of you in there. Thumbs up!
My heart was breaking when I read the story Dohn. I can just imagine you standing on the street looking at her and her daughter. I know it's not true but I know that you believe it could very well be. I do hope you will find her again and soon.
My goodnes it took a lot of patience to get down here. Well done, dohn, it looks like you won a few hearts along the way.
Great. Very nice. Thanks for sharing a story straight from the heart.
Poignant and heartfelt, enjoyable and well written. Thank you
Lovely story, dohn. She must be a special lady to have inspired such steadfast regard.
Great story dohn. You're really a great writer, and thanks for being a kind of fella this Valentine's day, so I'm not the only one with a kind of sad story. :)
Btw I believe that if something has to happen it will, most of the times, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but who knows what's around the corner? And if it doesn't then usually it's better so. Great well written hub.
You're always pulling on my heartstrings Dohn! *wiping tears away* True love lasts forever, as do loving memories. So sweet you are! Happy Valentine's Day! xoxo
I enjoyed reading this very down-to-earth story with emotions that most of us can identify with. Thanks for creating this hub.
Dohn, it was wonderful to see you open up and reveal your heart in this hub. I am sure there is some young lady out there who is just waiting to be loved by such a deep and caring young man with a heart like yours! Make sure she is your soulmate .. never settle. Opps! sorry about that ... the mother in me just popped out. ((smiles and hugs!))
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