5 A Goal

Your father whisked you away to America to meet and build a bond with your fiancé.

But before he left he made a bargain with me, if I could make it to America and live there.

He would then cancel the engagement and I could marry you.

America?

How was I, a little town boy, supposed to get to America?

It didn't matter though, it really didn't.

I studied, so hard I thought my brain would explode.

I studied my way into a good school in the city.

It was hard, but I didn't care.

If it was for you, then it was ok.

Because I would do anything for you.

I was isolated at school in the city.

Do you know how much I missed you?

Your smile, your laugh, your dimple.

I missed every part of you.

The thought of you kept me going.

Somehow even though you weren't beside of me, I could feel your presence.

You were my present.

I held on, because if it's for you, then it's ok.

Years flashed by fading into the past.

And eventually, I made it.

I made it to America.