7 Almost...

For awhile now, my family has been planning a trip down to Victoria, Australia from where we live, QLD, Australia. My mother is paying $2,000 for her thigh tattoo which is going to be two lions, one male and the other, female with a scripted quote.

Therefore, by going to a great tattooist, she chose one down in Victoria. Here I go thinking that I am traveling down with her, and that I would meet with Taneesha for the first time because she lives in Victoria. Excited about this, I immediately call her explaining the situation. We both became so extremely excited, just thinking of the fact that after three years we would've been able to meet in person. "I'm going to run up to you so fast and never let go" she stated, with such a cheerful tone. Her personality was always bubbly and bright, but this was even beyond that. Although we weren't face timing, I could almost see the sparkle in her eyes as they glistened from tears of joy. A mess we both were, but being able to meet her was going to make us cry a hell of a lot more than it already did over the phone.

A little while later, I'm sitting in the car with my mother, chatting about general things and we get onto the topic about how she's going for her tattoo soon. I popped the ever extravagant statement "I can't wait to travel to Victoria!" however, my dreams slowly faded as the soul spirit from my eyes crumbled. "You aren't coming with your father and I, you're staying in New South Whales with your sister." with my heart ripped to pieces, piled on the floor I message Taneesha a little later. "We have some unfortunate news" I knew this was going to frighten her, nobody likes when people tell them they've got bad news. She's like me, whenever someone mentions bad news she has a panic attack. I didn't want to upset her by the news, but it's better than organising to meet after three years and then not showing. Breaking the terrible message I say "I'm not coming to Victoria... My parents are going instead." Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my chest, as if these words hurt us both deeply and could feel each other's pain.

"You aren't?"

"I'm sorry... I begged mother to let me come with her but she refuses."

After all the joy we got from the words of my mother that we're going to Victoria, my head falls to the pillow in the darkest room of the night and I lay there, silently. It was awfully quiet, I could hear my own heart beating. My tears hit the pillow fast, as if it were a raging flood running down my cheeks. My cry for help filled the silence from the room and drowned out everything but the sound of my own, shaky voice.

"I would've loved to finally meet you" I can feel every word burning deep inside me, each letter piercing my heart with emotions.

After three long years, still no change of meeting her. All good things must come to an end.