The Death Of The 1960 ' S

1020 WordsFeb 10, 20165 Pages
I always felt like I was born in the wrong generation. In the wrong time period. I always had this weird but strong connection to the 1960 's. All the music, the clothes, the amount of freedom, just everything. I could never understand it but I’m pretty sure I do now. The dreams so now always have first tarted a few years ago. I would be driving down a dark narrow road with a forest on both sides. Always super dark. I know it is cold and that it is winter although I can’t feel it. I’m a young woman maybe 18, long dark hair, slender and pretty tall. The truck is blue but I have never been able to recall which kind. I am able to see a bridge up ahead in the headlights, it is very narrow with two lanes and steel support…show more content…
I hitch hiked, partied, and just spent my days loving and doing whatever I wanted. I was free. I 've longed for that same feeling of being so free everyday of my real life. I have never been able to recapture it. But I 'm getting off track. Anyways, I finally made it to Ohio. I met some very nice people, whose souls would for sure join me in the next life. People I loved. We all lived in a small and quaint farm house on the outskirts of a very small town and this is where I met my soulmate. He was definitely everything I could 've ever dreamed of. Tall, muscular, very handsome and the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen in my life. His name was Adam. I guess you could say it was love at first sight I mean I fell in love the very moment I laid my eyes on him and I knew he felt the same. We spent every minute of every day together. He loved me in a way nobody else ever did. I had finally found my happiness. The love of my life. My other half. We made tons of plans to build a life with one another. We knew the crazy wild and free days of us being young would eventually come to an end and we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. We talked for hours, planning our lives together. How many children we would have, what we would name them, how our house would look, everything. it would all turn to nothing though. For three years we were attached at the hip. Side by side 24/7. Until that night...Which brings me
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