A Special Someone #3

We sat in silence for a minute or two. Finally, I looked at the time. “Oh no, I have to go home.”

Heather looked at her phone. “Oh, wow…” she said dazed, “I can’t believe it’s already 11:15. You’ll tell me the rest of the story later, right?”

“Of course, see you later,” I said as I walked to my car.

As I was driving home, my head was reeling with thoughts of him. I caught myself about to send a text message to his number. I put my phone back in my pocket. He doesn’t want to talk to me, I reminded myself. Plus, do I really want to open up that wound again? No, I didn’t, I was better off this way, wasn’t I? I shook my head. I couldn’t keep analyzing the situation. It was over and it was probably for the better. As this thought entered my mind, my eyes filled with tears. I had to pull over because I could barely see.

In my head all I saw was his face. Well, it was his face, but it was really only the one in the picture that I had looked at every night before bed for years. The picture that I still had on my phone…I pulled it out and opened the picture. I looked at it one last time before deleting it. His hair was perfectly side swept with a chunk of blonde in the front that blended flawlessly into the rest of his brown hair. The face he was making usually made me smile, but right now it just made the tears come faster. And then there was the picture of a yellow convertible on the wall, the only glimpse I had ever had into his home. Finally, I pressed delete and it was gone. I found myself deleting his number and when I got home I unfriended him on facebook. I was deleting him from my life. Physically, at least, I could never delete his memories or get rid of the way I felt about him.

Even an hour later I was still crying, thinking again about the night I met him. I laid my head on my pillow and fell asleep with these little tidbits of that night in my head.

Shayla and Kasee…
the trampoline…
talking to Beau…
plastic jewelry on tables and in the grass…
a glow in the dark necklace…
going across the street to the cemetery…
crying by the side of the house…
meeting him…….