Modern Love
         When I was younger, I never knew exactly how I saw my future.
            Although, I can’t say being married (and divorced) from a successful English musician at the age of 34 as being on top of that list. Nor sharing a 7 year old daughter with him being part of that plan, either. What exactly happened, you might ask yourself. Last I checked, Taila and Daniel were madly in love, the musician and the journalist, traveling the world together.Â
            Attending benefits, together.Â
            Going to award shows, together.
            Together, together, together.Â
            I don’t know, maybe I got sick of my role. Truth be told, as both a Scorpio and a soon to be journalist, I never dreamed of being a mother or of marriage in my twenties. In fact, I strongly rejected both of these concepts, dating around for fun. I spent a good majority of my late teens and early twenties traveling, primarily between England and America (my home), running from one lover to another.
So, what changed my mind? Or who?
Well, at twenty-two, I met Daniel. And for a year and a half, I was hooked. What was there not to like? He was tall (or at least his 5 foot 9 self towered over my 5’2 sized ass), he was kind, and he was the handsomest man at the party with wavy brown hair and soft, brown eyes. He talked to me all night after learning I also enjoyed the album ‘No Need To Argue’ by the Cranberries, chocolate croissants, and Burt’s Bees lip balm (strangely enough, the last one was what peaked his interest in me).Â
At that time, it was just one lovely night with a sweet guy who cared about what I had to say. If only I knew the break ups, love, pain, divorce, yelling, hate, and eventual death that would soon befall our relationship.Â
