So the next weekend, we went to the movies. She never held my hand, there was no vicious make out session, we just sat, watched the movie, and every once in a while, sneak a glance at each other. That was it, and I was perfectly content, because she agreed to meet me again next Friday at the park.
At the park, she showed up late, carrying her two poodles, who had apparently got out to chase her a few times so she eventually took them with ( I don't blame them, I would have chased her too). We walked around the park a few times, Lev barked at some moving leaves, and cut into our conversation with loud yapping every time he could. Didn't bother me, I was perfectly content listening to her breathe. Your right, I fell for her, I fell, and the walls were made of glass, there was no pulling myself up. The end of the date ended with a hug that must have lasted a few seconds, but an hour in my mind.
So I must have been pretty happy right? You would think so; you would think this would have some kind of awesome ending involving us getting married and being together forever, having a nice house with a white picket fence. Yeah you think, don't think that didn't cross my mind either. Life never turns out the way you want it to. Lets just say her friends didn't enjoy the time we spent together, anytime we were together; they were out plotting some kind of scheme to get us apart. They even let all the air out of my tired on my car to make me look like a total douche and have to walk half a mile to the next phone booth. Love is not a battlefield, High school is.
Eventually, it ate us whole, a rumor was spread, a million questions, and a final note saying goodbye. She moved away, I don't know where, by this time, we weren't speaking, the friends had one, and sometimes, I just wish, she would have heard all those things I wrote about her in my head, how she was my heart, and how I feel so lonesome without her, sometimes I just want to write this stuff down. One day, I will write a novel, but this is just another short story, another chapter in the story of my life, and if I put them all together, you would understand more how much she meant to me. Life is different now, I'm sure she's gone, and making someone very happy, I'm sure she has some beautiful kids, and a white picket fence to call her own. I, I don't have any of that, but, I remember, I enjoy thinking of the little things, the first time we held hands, the last time we kissed, the look on her face the first time I saw her. Sometimes it feels like so long ago, to some people it is, but, I just hope, where ever she is, she knows, she is my heart, and everyday we're apart, I think about her more and more. Well, I'm rambling, If I keep going on like this, I could go on 6 more pages, but like I said, this is just, one chapter, in the book that we call life.