date with Walker Reed. He was unbelievably sexy, dressed all in black. His eyes never left me as I strutted down the catwalk. His eyes hungered with carnal desire for me. God! I wanted him so much, but he made me wait. I couldn’t even begin to go to those places in my mind anymore. Walker was part of my past, but so easily present every time I entertained a happy thought of him.
I couldn’t contain my love and joy for Freddy once I heard what he named the upcoming fundraiser event. He founded a charity after volunteering in orphanages throughout Israel and called it “Peaches Promises.” Marsha explained that he took a pilgrimage trip and just fell in love with the children. He toured the war torn cities of his parents’ beloved country. Doing well in his career, with no worry for money, he decided to give something back. This made his parents so immensely proud of him. The foundation had recently celebrated its tenth anniversary, and Freddy had created a children’s clothing line with half of the profits going back into his charity. My heart was bursting with love for my friend. I missed him so much. To be in New York again was meant for Riley, but now with Marsha’s help, she was paving my way back to Freddy. I just prayed he would talk to me. Looking at my watch, I knew I needed to get going soon, but I still had my closet to clean up first.
As I surveyed the mess, a box toppled over and its contents spilled out. I picked up my tattered journal, and my eyes found his. Walker’s picture was staring back at me. I only kept this one picture of him. Fleeing the life I had shared with him didn’t leave me with time to take more mementos with me. Most of our pictures together were at his apartment prominently displayed all around his living and bedroom. I carried this picture of Walker in my wallet for many years until I finally removed it and placed it in my journal. It would forever be sealed and wrapped up in the words that I wrote when I left him. If I could turn back time and go back to that day, I wouldn’t have done what I was being forced to do.
I often wondered what would have happened if I stood up to Walker’s father, Phillip. It’s not that I didn’t try, but he was too powerful for me to go up against. And with that last threat he delivered to me, I was convinced that he would destroy me and everyone I loved. He bullied and threw me out of his son’s life. I was in love with Walker and carrying his baby.
I planned on telling him at breakfast, but never got the chance. He distracted me the night before with his desire to fuck me on every surface of his apartment. Walker, always the attentive lover, never stopped touching or loving me with his body. He easily could make me forget my own name when I was around him. But that was all over and lost. What was to be my forever just slipped through my fingers and was gone.
A knock at the door snapped me out of my reminiscing and brought me back inside my messy closet.
“Mom, may I come in?” Riley asked for entrance. I wiped away my falling tears before answering the door. I looked in the mirror before answering her; my face was flushed and clearly she would notice. I composed myself and called out to her.
“Come in, honey.”
“Mom, can I borrow…what’s wrong? Have you been crying?” Her worried eyes found mine.
What could I say to Riley? Yes, I’ve been crying over my old lover and still mourn the loss of my broken relationship? “Everything is fine, honey. I’m crying because I am going to miss you so much when you move to New York.”
“Mom, I’m not leaving until August. We have the summer to have fun and spend lots of time together.”
“Thank you, Riley, but you can’t devote your entire summer to me because you’re going away for college. You have your friends, and this is your time to have fun. You’re only young once, so be carefree and happy.”
I gave my daughter the same advice my best friend Freddy gave to me when I