i'll turn the lights down low so you know i mean business
didnt go to school today.didnt want to talk to anyone,im to pms'ed.i started my lit. fair entry but i think it was due last week,im still writing it regardless.
Six years…six years since they’ve said two words to one another. She was in shock just seeing him. He remained the same but at the same time looked as if he had changed in so many ways that she couldn’t see. they stood there for a good three minutes before saying anything. In those few minutes, he couldn’t help remembering every conversation the two of them had had .Every word she’d ever said to him, every smile she’d ever given him, every laugh she’d let out at one of his corniest jokes, they all came rushing back into his mind. Her time was spent recollecting the same moments that ran through his head. And some how they both knew they were remembering the same thing but refused to put any of the past memories to words, God forbid it scare the other away.
So instead they exchanged “Hellos” and asked how the other was doing , the usual small talk that never satisfied them before now. “So, how are you?”, she said apprehensively wanting to know all the best and worst of the past six years. As for him, he wondered why that was all she had to say. So he answered as generically as possible, “Good, good, and yourself?”.
There was so much they wanted to say to each other that they just couldn’t to words so, for now this was all that could come of there past friendship and secret love for one another.
She would have liked to sit and look at him all day but realized she had a psychology class to get to in twenty minutes and really didn’t have the time to take a trip down memory lane right now. She took a deep breath, pushed all the fears back down to the pit of her stomach and suggested they exchanged numbers and have lunch sometime. They wrote the numbers down on the Starbucks napkin from the bag she carried her blueberry muffin in. After fumbling with her books trying to stick the number into her coat pocket he decided to help and took her books from her hands as she placed it gently in the top left pocket. He walked her to her car and placed her books in the passenger seat of her car. They ended their short reunion with a hug that felt both awkward and at the same time exactly what they needed after all the years they had spent together and apart. Every emotion she ever felt for him came rushing to her eyes and before she knew it tears had formed. Her head rested on his shoulder and the smell of lavender engulfed his senses to the point where he didn’t want to let go.
Neither one of them wanted the moment to end but both knew it had to so, when he made a slight adjustment to his left shoe she pulled away thinking he wanted away from their long awaited embrace. They looked at each other for another moment, her still in his arms, and said goodbye yet again. He opened her door and shut it for her as she put the keys in the ignition. She waved holding back six of tears and drove off with the rest of the after lunch traffic. As she peeled off, he said out loud, for the first time in years, that he loved her.
.goodnight.
Six years…six years since they’ve said two words to one another. She was in shock just seeing him. He remained the same but at the same time looked as if he had changed in so many ways that she couldn’t see. they stood there for a good three minutes before saying anything. In those few minutes, he couldn’t help remembering every conversation the two of them had had .Every word she’d ever said to him, every smile she’d ever given him, every laugh she’d let out at one of his corniest jokes, they all came rushing back into his mind. Her time was spent recollecting the same moments that ran through his head. And some how they both knew they were remembering the same thing but refused to put any of the past memories to words, God forbid it scare the other away.
So instead they exchanged “Hellos” and asked how the other was doing , the usual small talk that never satisfied them before now. “So, how are you?”, she said apprehensively wanting to know all the best and worst of the past six years. As for him, he wondered why that was all she had to say. So he answered as generically as possible, “Good, good, and yourself?”.
There was so much they wanted to say to each other that they just couldn’t to words so, for now this was all that could come of there past friendship and secret love for one another.
She would have liked to sit and look at him all day but realized she had a psychology class to get to in twenty minutes and really didn’t have the time to take a trip down memory lane right now. She took a deep breath, pushed all the fears back down to the pit of her stomach and suggested they exchanged numbers and have lunch sometime. They wrote the numbers down on the Starbucks napkin from the bag she carried her blueberry muffin in. After fumbling with her books trying to stick the number into her coat pocket he decided to help and took her books from her hands as she placed it gently in the top left pocket. He walked her to her car and placed her books in the passenger seat of her car. They ended their short reunion with a hug that felt both awkward and at the same time exactly what they needed after all the years they had spent together and apart. Every emotion she ever felt for him came rushing to her eyes and before she knew it tears had formed. Her head rested on his shoulder and the smell of lavender engulfed his senses to the point where he didn’t want to let go.
Neither one of them wanted the moment to end but both knew it had to so, when he made a slight adjustment to his left shoe she pulled away thinking he wanted away from their long awaited embrace. They looked at each other for another moment, her still in his arms, and said goodbye yet again. He opened her door and shut it for her as she put the keys in the ignition. She waved holding back six of tears and drove off with the rest of the after lunch traffic. As she peeled off, he said out loud, for the first time in years, that he loved her.
.goodnight.