October Fourteen

October Fourteen

by Jonathan Paul Diaz

I am not superstitious and i dont believe in fate

But there is something special about this certain date

Two years ago exactly on October Fourteen

I wrote a story entitled, "A Walk with Caileen"

For seven days i was engulfed making this story

Writing from the heart, basically it was about me

The story was more of a dream but not lacking emotion

It reflected my current state, I was ready to move on

Caileen was a girl and she was only seventeen

Unconsciously in the story her birthday was October Fourteen

Pretty, intelligent, kind hearted, talkative and sweet

Who would have thought i character i created i would meet

Exactly six months after finishing the story

The real life Caileen suddenly texted me

At first it was not clear but something was about to unfold

A different love story that has never been told

I fell in love with the real Caileen

Whose birthday does really fall on October Fourteen

Was it premonition? How did she become real?

Or was it my heart calling out to the other heart that it could feel?

Beyond human capacity i loved her dearly

On her birthday last year i wrote her a story

"Half of Me" because that is what she is to me

The reason i smile, and the only one who brings out

the awesome in me

Wake up amateur writer, life is not a fantasy

You can never have the ending written in your story

Caileen is indeed real but someone owns her heart

The fairy tale you so desired failed from the start

Yes i am awake and bleeding from within

Living lifelessly because i can never be with Caileen

And so it was premotion but a sugar coated fantasy

Happy what is written, but in real life a tragedy

October Fourteen will always be special to me

Never forgotten, never erased, etched in my heart's memory

I wish you a happy day and please wear that majestic smile that i have seen

You will never be mine but you will always be my Caileen

October Fourteen...

...i will never be one of your roses but remember I will always be that different flower

...I will never get to dance with you with that soft love song

...but in my imagination we shall never stop dancing...to the song our hearts used to sing together...

...on your special day...

...even for a few seconds

...even if we are apart

...dance with me

...the real P.A. Kevins will always be in love with the real Caileen