I don't want that to be what happens to us. I know that it will if we let it. Let us put the past behind us. I will be waiting.
I folded the humble piece of college lined paper back in halves, along the so carefully made creases, where they belonged. I wondered if she had sacrificed the last page in her notebook for me.
It really could blow by, couldn't it. Like an assignment you keep procrastinating until the next day until, poof -- there's no more time left. But you didn't think about that while you were doing anything but your homework, now did you?
The note falls from my hands as I swing my legs back up onto my bed, putting a hand over my face. What was I thinking? I wasn't going to let this amazing girl go. This quiet, witty girl who had so painstakingly written me my first (and last) love letter in lovely purple handwriting. I didn't want to squander the last few months of my life and leave her wondering about what could have been. My heart wasn't going to give up until it had its fill. And I wasn't going to let it.
Relationships. They were such fleeting things, really, but at the time they are the most present things in your life.
I lifted up a couple of the blinds on my window, checking outside as the phone began to ring. I waited. Once. Twice.
"Hey." I tried my best to sound casual.
"Damon?" A small smile in her voice, even hoping. Just a little bit.
"Say, why don't you come over? I've heard there's a killer sunset outside, and I wouldn't want to miss it for the world."