Our Last Day

I can still remember the scent of his cologne, the taste of his kisses. We were sitting in his room, drinking the orangey-goodness of Mountain Dew Live Wire and eating chicken sandwiches. Kattie-Kitty was sitting in my lap, purring as she slept. I was sitting in the middle of his bed, with the gray and white dragons on a black background. He was sitting at the foot of the bed, playing PS2. In a moment the game is forgotten when the phone rings, signaling that it's only a few minutes till I have to go home. We know this is the last time we'll see each other until December. By that time, summer will just be a memory, and 2nd semester will soon be here. He leaves tomorrow for Ft. Myers, and from there, Tampa. He un-pauses the game, then saves. As he turns the game off, I pick the cat out of my lap and set her in the big comfy armchair next to the bed. As he turns around, there are tears in my eyes. I'm going to miss him so much that I'm in physical pain, and still start crying for what other people would view as no good reason. He leans closer to me. I close my eyes, trying to hold back the tears. I feel his breath on my lips. He kisses me, lightly at first, as if he's not really sure I'm there. He then puts his arms around me and whispers in my ear, "I love you so much, I'm going to miss you. I'll leave you with a kiss, but know that I'll be thinking about you every moment of every day."

That's when I start really crying, and I feel like I won't ever stop. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close to his chest. I can hear his heart beating and feel his chest move as he breaths. He's trying to be strong for the both of us, but he's succeeding. His mom then enters the room, and tells me in her Texas accent that my mom has pulled up and is waiting in the car. I try to compose myself and stand up, but my legs feel like Jell-O. I finally manage to stand up, but my first step sends me on my way to the floor, or would have if he hadn't caught me. As he walks me to the car, he hands me a necklace charm and tells me to wear it often. We get outside just as the church down the street starts ringing their bells. He helps me into the backseat of the car, kisses me once again, and then the next thing I know is the car pulling into my driveway.

Now it's three months later, and I still can taste his kisses, remember the scent of his cologne.