It's a long story...
It started nearly five years ago; I was at work, bagging packages for a town in Maryland. Eventually, the town's name grew on me mysteriously. And so I spent pretty much the rest of that year trying to figure out what was going on.
That December, something happened. On the way home from the mall, I began to get an image in my mind: a scene of Christmas Day, and someone coming in. It was me, and with me was a man. He was about 5'2", with a shaved head and slight facial hair. We were married, and I appeared to be at least five months pregnant. We were just arriving at my mother's place; we had come from the town I had been preoccupied with that entire year--his hometown.
This thought gave me a warm feeling. At the time, it was an innocent thought--one which, believe it or not, I tried to shut out of my mind, as I considered my being drawn to this town to be a bad thing, something to be avoided. Later, it would become something bigger and more odd than I had ever imagined...
The following year was a wild one, with a number of strange incidents that occurred, among which were a series of signs and coincidences that all centered around this Maryland town. (One of these was a series of clouds in the sky, in "V"-form, "pointing" in the northeast direction, like arrows. Not making this up.) Soon, I began having dreams about the strange man who was allegedly a native of said town--the man whom I now know as Angelo. I caught every detail of his face, his body, his personality. He even has a birthday--if he were an actual person, he would have turned 28 today.
For the past three years, I have wondered about his existence, and I have prayed for it again and again. So far, he hasn't materialized. But I never gave up hope that he existed; whenever I began having doubts, something always kept me holding my breath.
I now believe that I have fallen in love with Angelo. This, of course, has led me to question my own sanity a bit. There is that part of me that wants to believe that he's somewhere out in the world, perhaps thinking the same thing as me--that there's someone, somewhere, that he feels connected to, whose existence he questions. But then there is that logical part of me that keeps assuring me that Angelo is no more than a figament of my imagination, a delusion that I created in the depths of my subconscious. And as I've said before, he could just be a representative aspect of myself.
I have prayed and cried over this for so long, and I still don't know what it's all about. But I keep holding on, waiting for that one day when everything will come together, when everything will make sense.
