And Then He Came Back

ould you believe me if I told you true love never fades away? Well, read my story, and then make up your mind. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Reeda, and my life has been crazy ever since this story began. Thats all you need to know at the moment. You'll find more out later.

Early September of 1996 is when I met Sam. We met a at restaurant late one nite. He appealed to me right away. He stole my heart just by me looking in his huge, brown eyes. He gave me his number and told me to call him. So that I did. It turned out Sam was a heroin junky, but for some weird reason it did'nt scare me, nor stop me from trying the drug myself. I was facinated my Sam and his life.

The two of us were both heavily into music, and discussed it for hours every night. I loved the way he talked to me, in his low, smokey voice, and the way he kissed me. You see Sam had this lip ring, and when I kissed him, I use to love the way it felt on my lips. And when we would get high, he'd hold on to me so tight and never let me go, I felt like I was in another world when we were together, and he would tell me we met before in another life.

Sam use to live in San Diego, California. He would tell me great stories of how beautiful it was, and how much fun he had there. It made my heart skip when he would tell me those stories. The weather was getting colder, and I asked him if he'd ever move back there. He said he would in a minute. It was always my dream to move to California, and when I told him that, his eyes lit up, and he had this brillint idea for us to move there In January. So the plans were made, we had three months to get some money up and go there. I was falling in love, and I never even told him that. I was also becoming more and more addicted to heroin. I felt my life growing dim, and he was my only light. It was so strange cause he would tell me over and over again that he knew me before, but we never met. We always joked that we knew each other in a past life, or our souls were always together. We were soul mates.

For about a month and a half the two of us were closer then ever, and I felt as if I was dreaming. This was too unreal for words to say. It was a Friday night when my dream suddenly turned into a nightmare, I remember it so well. Sam and I had these plans to spend the night together and write some songs. When I got to his house, I saw an ambulance and a bunch of police cars. I freaked out, and rushed inside. I turned my attention towards his crying mother on the couch, and knew in my heart what had happened. When I got to his room, the paramedics had given up and pronouned him dead. I have never been so devastated in my whole life. He had overdosed on heroin.

My love, had died. I thought about him for many months after. I had cleaned myself up, and realized that maybe it was'nt that great after all. He was just a junky, I would tell myself over and over. But I knew he was human, and we both shared the same dreams. I was upset that California was no longer, and I had no one to spend my time with anymore.

I was alone with very, very few friends to call on.

Almost a year had passed, and on one Aug. night, my friend Shana invited me to go see one of her favorite bands play at a small punk club in the city. I went with her. This guy had approached me, and commented that he liked my shiny boots. I lauged and smiled, and when I looked at him, I could have fell to the ground. He looked almost exactly like Sam. We talked more, and his voice and manners were so alike. He told me he played in the band, and they were getting ready to go back home. They'd been on tour all summer long. When I asked him where he was from he told me southern California. I could of cried, I told him I always wanted to go there. So, it was his time to go on stage. I waited for him after the show. We exchanged phone numbers, and I visited him a few times. Finally, I moved in with him, and late one night as we were sitting talking for hours he looked at me and said, " I swear I've known you my whole life."

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