-1And so it ends. The perfect ending to a horrible day.

My alarm blared at ten o’clock this morning, but I shut it off, too sleepy to wake up. I knew my boyfriend had things to do that morning so I wouldn’t be able to get to his house until after noon anyway. I heard nothing but advertisements so I slipped back to sleep. Little did I know the phone would ring an hour later. My father brought me the phone and a sleepily took it and answered, assuming it was the woman down the street asking for me to baby-sit. It wasn’t the woman down the street. It was one of my best friends, and she was in a fury. We talked for over an hour; more like she talked and I listened. She filled me in on the upsetting events and she waited for advice that I just didn’t have. I tried my best, I told her I was there for her, and that she should just move on, things had to work themselves out. After the clock struck noon, she said her goodbyes and went back to her studies.

I ventured downstairs to get some breakfast, or rather lunch at this point. I padded down to the computer room, hoping to get on and talk to my missed boyfriend. It was taken; my mother was perched in the chair tapping away at the keys. We made a bargain, I helped her send her email, and she let me sign into my Skype to check. My heart sank. His name was faded and marked with a grey icon; he was offline. I sighed and left the room slightly upset, but decided to make some tea and toast to cheer myself up. I made my food and settled into the living room for some quiet movie time while I waited for a chance at the computer. I clicked on my movie, one of leprechauns and irish accents, and sipped my tea and munched my toast.

My mother and father traded off the computer and my mother came to sit with me. She asked me what my plans were and I responded, “With him.” I clamped the recliner back to its place and ventured to the computer room once more. I asked my dad for a minute on the computer. I signed in, hoping, waiting. Success! He was on. I texted him to call my cell; I signed off and waited. Not two seconds later the cell phone rang with his quirky ring tone that reminded me of him perfectly. I picked up to hear his voice, I couldn’t help but smile. It was a quick call but we decided to meet at his place at two.

Just as I was hoping it would be a good day, and my movie was getting interesting, my mother shoos me off to get dressed because she had a meeting that my dad was to drop her off at. I didn’t get to finish my movie. I got dressed, and angrily prepared my weekly cycles annoying needs. Any woman could understand the frustration of “that time of the month” when you wanted to just be free. I came down only to be rushed out the door and into the car with my peeved mother riding shot gun. I’m going to be late was something I think came from her lips as my father drove the way to her part time job. Even my mothers grouchy mood couldn’t shake my excitement of seeing him once last time. My mother was out and my father and I were off again. He twisted and turned down a different road, needing a change in scenary.

I almost leaped from the car, not bothering to notice the rain that spat overheard, and into my boyfriend’s townhouse complex, waving goodbyes as I went. I dialed his number and almost instantly he was at the door, smiling for me to come in. We embraced, and kissed. Then the short walk back to his house were his stressed father was trying to organize his daughter. My boy looked at me and motioned that his cousins were still online, and that he was playing his silly game. I wanted to run up and unplug the computer before he could play. I wanted him all to myself, the last day he would be home for a whole month, I wanted him to myself. I couldn’t though, I knew his cousins would miss him just like I would, and I let them have their fun. Almost two hours went by and I began to get anxious; the computer was still on, and I had only his arm to kiss.

Dinner was called, and thankfully his computer went off. We slipped downstairs and socialized for what seemed like only a moment. Then back to his room we went to cuddle and snuggle. Oh happy day, I thought, what could be better then to spend time with him alone and in his arms. Of course, that was too good a dream for this day to handle. In came his sister, and she ploped into the computer chair and wouldn’t leave. So much for snuggling.

We moved downstairs hoping to get some privacy, but there his father was, needing help with still more packing. It wasn’t until late that my boy and I were able to slip to his basement for some alone time. His sister was on the computer, and his father was sorting out the email. We were completely alone. We kissed and fondled and moved to a small workout bench were more kissing and touching insued. We kissed long and deep and lovingly, knowing that it was the last time we would be held or touched or kissed like that for a whole month.

We were getting lost in the moment when my damned phone rang, alerting us that my father would soon be on his way. We straightened our cloths and tidied our hair and went back upstairs to wait for my father.

My father came a short time after and that’s when my tears wanted to fall. I didn’t want to let one out, because I knew I would be drowning in them if I let them start in his arms. We kissed and embraced the short walk from his door to the glass down of the townhouse entrance. He looked at me and told me he loved me, and right then I almost cried. I could hardly choke out my “I love you” s back. We kissed once more, then I turned and slowly walked down the path, looking back just once before I felt the tears trying to fall.

I climbed into the car and was hit with the news that our hometown hockey team had lost in the quarter finals and that it was their last game before they were going to be replaced by someone else. I wanted to cry just then, but waited.

I got home and went online. I had be trying almost all day to get through to my friend but he still wouldn’t answer, and I was getting worried, real worried. I couldn’t take it when I had three friends ask how I was about today, and seeing my boyfriend for the last time. I hugged the small teddy bear that he gave me and I wept. Finally, my boyfriend came online and we talked just a little bit, and the last time we talked about was his smell only lasting about two days on the teddy bear before he just signed off.

To end the day of heartbreak with the ultimate dread that his smell would only hold out for two days, what chance did I have of being able to hold on for another twenty eight days after that?

Just a little something I had to write after todays events.