Love

The year passed slowly, and I tried to forget about him. I tried to forget how we kissed sweetly underneath the mountain laurel bushes in front of my house, and how he'd walk with me to and from school, how he could discuss video games and philosophy with equal ease. But I couldn't. The next summer came. One morning the doorbell woke me. I figured it was one of the neighbor kids trying to sell something or wanting me to play with them, so I rolled out of bed. Fortunately I had on some nice PJ's, because standing at the door was one of the last persons I would have expected. Yep, him. I talked with him for a while, then my step dad made him go so I could get cleaned up. I was overjoyed, and I could have sworn that my feet didn't touch the floor. He came back later, and we sat talking, and kissing, for hours. The next day I went over to Fiesta Texas's water park for a while, then later he came back over. He wanted to go to the park too, but since I had already been there and was sun burnt, we decided to go see the movie Independence Day. We didn't see most of it! He left the next day, and I didn't hear anything from him until the end of April, 2000. I got a letter from him. He started it out by saying, "I hope you don't hate me". As if I ever could. I emailed him and told him my phone number, and the next day he called me. We've been talking on the phone and via email ever since, and he's planning to come down from prom. He even sent me birthday presents that he had been saving for me.

I know that no matter what happens, he'll be there, if only in my heart.