My Special Heaven (Helen's Memory)

I've never been one for chance.

It's never suited me, never been a thing of confidence. Taking chances, they scare me, have the tendency to backfire. From my experience, anything that can go wrong, does.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to start off all edgy and preachy. Why are we here, just to suffer? Blah, I'm no drama queen. That shit isn't for me.

No, no the reason why I'm like this is pretty simple. I broke up.

Or more accurately, I've been broken up with.

I'm not even heartbroken that's the weird part. Just opted to give it a shot. His name was Steve, and I can't really explain how it went wrong except that it may have been doomed from the start. He sure caught all the signs. Steve was a nice guy from college, well mannered, courteous, and even had a well paying job. Maybe that was the appeal, I liked Steve. Judging by his reputation and high number of friends, I'm not alone in that belief either.

We like Steve, yes.

But we don't love Steve.

He caught me looking whenever a hot babe walked by. Noticed I made easy company with the boys and would join their hollering at other women. It definitely looked like I was wearing some sort of mask, one with men and one with women. But which face was the real me?

We found out the answer to that when he found me making out with his sister one drunken night.

So here I am, laying in bed stretching my arms and staring at the ceiling light like a damn soap opera almost. Cue the piano music.

If you have gotten this far to my chapter then you know who I am. But for all the newcomers, it's time for an introduction. My name is Helen, medium height, bright blonde hair and gray boring eyes. Body type? Well, I've been told I resemble whatever woman it was that guys who carved marble statues thought was hot. History status? I'm not married like a certain someone else you've been following, this wasn't my first breakup. Or the second or the third or fifth or eighth. What? I like having a little fun, and the break up with Steve cemented something for me. Something that will change me for who I am moving forward.

My name is Helen, and this is my story on how I came to meet the love and light of my life. This was my Special Heavan, not you know who's Special Hell.

So where do we begin?

Oh right.