"Matt? Matthew?" She was at my door, knocking lightly. Tapping, really. I ignored her."Matt?" She was still there. Whispering. She'd been screaming at...me 30 minutes earlier, but suddenly she was whispering. I turned on my stereo. Played the CD in the tray. It was the one that made me think of the CD I couldn't find. The one that started the whole thing about getting my CD's back from her room.It was kind of a stupid disc. But I wanted to play it loud. I pressed the top button on my remote,. So many opportunities had been missed between them because of their circumstances, but it was time to get to the point. Although difficult to accept, she knew that her son was no longer a little boy. The registered nurse came out in her, having dealt with more tragedy than he could even imagine.“You've fallen in love with two people, haven't you, Daniel?” she asked, almost harshly. His mother purposefully didn't give him a chance to respond. “Let me guess; one is sweet, the other more. "Yeah -- you've got some extra beats in there. Stretch out on the sofa and rest 'til the effects pass. I'm going to open some windows. It's blue in here.He returned to her side after turning on the hood fan in the kitchen. "How are you doing?" Still feel awful ... my stomach's upset ... might be sick."He carried a plastic wastebasket to her side. "In case you need it. Do you know why you're feeling poorly?" The cigarettes," she replied."The nicotine. It's a poison, Annie, and a drug. It's the. For me, it had always been her. We met young, very young, and had a turbulent start, but we’d been going strong ever since. Ours isn’t the sort of love that is subtle and hid under the radar, it’s raw, the personification of passion. There she is, Sophie, standing at 5’8” with long chestnut hair and the deepest blue eyes. Eyes like oceans, which I have found myself lost in many a time. I stand and stare, I just can’t believe she is mine, all mine, how could I have found a woman like her?.