Original+Poem

The Decision
by Michael Lia

We make decisions every day, sometimes hard decisions and sometimes easy decisions. For tests at school, or plans for the weekend everywhere and always even when you don't know it, you decide. On little things- But this is not about the little things. this is about //the decision,// the big one. Walking around in the crisp, cold rain outside and thinking. Imagining. who will be //the one//, and next thing you know, every face looks like the person that possibly. Just might be,the one. The same long hair, but not the same sad face, because of happiness and certainty that they've found the one. It can't be the one, but it is. The decision has not been made, and then you are suddenly slapped by uncertainty and discomfort as your wet foot steps another step into a wet puddle. Now you have nothing to love. All hope for that one in your mind is lost, now you must make the decision on who will have to be the next one. When you find it you are happy again. The one and only that you will dream about every day. The rain has turned to sun and now their is a rainbow something to look forward too, something to love again.