Welcome to this musical story called Battling the Unknown. The inspiration is Montana by Justin Timberlake.
Battling the Unknown
“Tomorrow I’m waking up and driving,” you said one night as we laid in bed, “I’m heading north and never looking back. Montana sounds nice, doesn’t it?”
You said that every night for a week. One morning, I rolled over to kiss you and all I felt were the cold sheets on your side of the bed.
The day we met, I jogged through the park and smacked directly into you. I was too focused on my playlist. Brushing yourself off, your eyes burned like fire.
I felt an electrifying energy. “Hi,” I said, and you ran the way I came from. I wanted to ask your name and spend time together. I went back to that park every day, until I found you again.
On the park bench, I consoled you over the loss of your dog.
You travelled a lot for work. My heart ached each time you left with a packed suitcase, but I loved the rush whenever you returned to me. People accumulate many secrets on long trips. I should have seen the dark cloud hanging over your head and the icy chills on your skin when I touched you.
The best date we ever went on was at the county fair.
The laughing children, ringing bells, smells of hot dogs and sizzling burgers, and bold colours everywhere. The way your hips swayed in your red dress spotted with black dots was intoxicating. Your hair flowed down your shoulders and you walked like you were on a cloud. Your twinkling laugh used to be burned into my memory. When did that fade?
Your smile faded each time you returned. It was a black vortex sucking the happiness straight out of you. What horrors did you face that you didn’t want to discuss? Do you still hear the gunshots and agonized screams of your war?
The last time you went away, I repeated a prayer that you would return. You never did. Did you go to Montana? Would you find peace? I loved seeing you in your uniform that you were proud to wear. The longer you wore it, the more poison seeped through your veins. Do you still taste the metallic blood on your tongue? What demons were riding on your back?
I never received a letter telling me that it was over. You ripped the part of my heart out that contained my love for you. I’ll never know if you made it home to Santa Cruz. None of your family members will talk to me about it. I hope this letter reaches you. Know that our memories will last a lifetime.
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