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A Modern Love Story Pt. 3

A True Story About My Life

By RJ ScottPublished 5 years ago 26 min read
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Please read part one and two before continuing.

September 8, 2016

I just got six messages from him. I was afraid to open them but eventually, I got the nerve. They read as follows:

“I’ve been having a… how to describe it… a dilemma. And I think it’s something best talked about in person. I’ve been having it ever since getting back (from Boston) and it’s kinda paralyzing. Can we talk about it in person sometime soon? I’m really sorry for all the trouble. I just really haven’t known what to say but it isn’t fair to you to let my problems become yours by making you worry about me because of neglect. My neglect, not yours. I’m overwhelmed at the moment but I think next Friday and that weekend and the following week I’ll have some time. Can we get together then to talk about it? Not just my thing, but about what you said you’d like to talk about above too.”

I sent him back part of my schedule, telling him when I could meet with him. I asked if the dilemma was about me. He said it’s about our relationship. I’m not really looking forward to seeing him again if I'm the cause of some sort of problem.

September 11

He called me around 7:30 PM and we talked about a time and place to meet and talk. We decided Saturday would work best so we both agreed. We talked awkwardly over the phone as if we didn’t know how to talk to each other.

I felt a sense of impending doom about our meeting and had a gut feeling that this, relationship, whatever this is, would be coming to an end soon.

He texted me while I was asleep telling me that 1 on Saturday at his house would work best. I asked a few questions such as if we would be alone or not. I have no idea what I’m going to talk about with him. I have a feeling he is going to end whatever this is without letting me have a say which would be alright, I just hope there's some cause other than his normal excuses.

September 12

I asked him that night in a pretty flustered fashion over text if he had fallen in love with someone else.

“No, I did not. Rest assured of that.”

My mind is at least at ease about that now. It turns out his parents are going to be in Alaska and we will be completely alone (except for his dogs).

I told him I was afraid of what was going to be said by him. I only ever hear from him when I wake up. I instantly reach down to my phone and see a few texts from him. I guess if that’s how our relationship works, I can live with that.

September 14

Saturday is approaching quickly. It’s already Wednesday. I’m not sure whether to feel overjoyed or full of dread about seeing him again. I plan everything out in my mind a million times over but I still never know what he will say. This would be so much easier if we had more time and weren’t so far apart in age. Less than four days…

September 15

Less than three days… He told me that what he wanted to talk about was nothing extreme. That puts my mind at ease a bit more.

September 16

Less than two days… I asked for his address and he sent it. I told him it had been an interesting morning.

"How so?" he texted back quickly.

I told him about the small fender bender I had gotten in that morning and he went into overprotective mother mode. He asked me a whole bunch of questions and I answered them as quickly as I could.

He was texting me how he used to. Less than a minute and another text. I had missed this but I tried to not text back as quickly. He told me that he hoped tomorrow would relieve some of my stress. I asked him if I was still allowed to hug him.

“Of course you are.”

I asked if I was still allowed to kiss him.

“... I might have planned to kiss you. BUT YOU CAN’T PROVE IT.”

I felt a rush of relief. He is joking with me the way he used to. I guess the “paralyzing dilemma” isn’t so bad then.

We planned to watch Avatar the Last Airbender (I’m pretty excited) and we might do homework for a while together too. I told him that I’m emulating Zelda on my laptop and he called me a goof like he always does.

I’m excited and a bit scared for tomorrow. We switched the time. I’m going over at 11 instead of 1 and so by this time tomorrow, I’ll be at his house. This time tomorrow, I’ll be in his arms, on his lips, and we’ll be talking.

September 17

Less than a day… 11 is growing ever nearer. I rush to my audition and it goes by so quickly. It's 10:30 by the time I change my clothes, fix my hair, and put a light spray of perfume on.

I drive first to the gas station and then type his address into the GPS. I begin driving and call him like he requested to tell him I’m on my way. He picks up the phone and he’s awake. I ask if he’s clothed yet.

“No comment”

Typical of him.

“I may or may not still be in my bed.”

"I’ll be there in about half an hour"

The call ends. The drive goes faster than I expected and in no time at all, I’m walking up his front steps to knock on his door. His dogs bark like crazy and the door opens to him in light blue jeans and a soft gray t-shirt. I get attacked by his two loud dogs and immediately get on the ground to pet them and introduce myself.

They continue to bark for a while and I slip off my shoes and set my backpack on the ground by the door. I glance up at him as he laughs at the dogs still slightly attacking me. He pulls them off of me after petting them for a while and I thank him as I'm finally able to regain a standing stature.

I said, “Well, I think your dogs like me and I haven’t even given you a hug yet!” I hug him and he laughs as he holds me close.

He whispers, “I missed you,” and I repeated the same.

We pulled away to the sound of his dogs barking again and so we both got back on the ground to pet them and reassure them that everything was fine.

He talked to them in a way I had never heard him speak before and I couldn’t help but laugh.

He stood and said, “I can give you a tour if you want.”

I replied happily, “Sure! Sounds like a good plan.”

He showed me all the rooms except for his own (claiming it was too messy to show) and I followed him making comments along the way.

“There’s pictures of you everywhere…” I said with a slight giggle.

“Well, I'm an only child. What do you expect?” He shrugged and continued around the rooms he knew so well.

I got a mental image of every room and then had a layout of the house in my head. We walked to the living room area and sat on the couch. After a few minutes of petting the dogs, I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Ok, what is your paralyzing dilemma? I can’t wait any longer.”

He stopped petting the dog at his feet and looked from me to the floor as if ashamed. I was worried now.

“Well, you know at my summer job, my job was to supervise and take care of high school students. Jane, you’re a high school student. I want to tell people that I love you and that we are together but I could get in really big trouble.” I understood where he was coming from but I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t just told me that in the first place. “I didn’t know how to tell you and I was just fighting with it in my head for a long time because you mean so much to me but I don’t know what bad things could happen, Jane.”

I looked away. I didn’t know what to say because there was no simple solution. I couldn’t just jump in a time machine and go back to when he was my age and I couldn't skip forward in time either. I wished at that moment that Doctor Who was real.

He could probably see the apparent sadness growing on my face so he took me in his arms and kissed my lips just as passionately and with as much love as he had before.

Nothing changed except for the fact that we couldn’t really tell people about our love. Not yet at least. I told him that I turn 18 in a few months and maybe it wouldn’t matter. He didn’t know. I asked if he wanted to be exclusive and he said he needed to think about it but the answer would most likely be yes because he loves me.

We kissed and relaxed with each other with the thought of others out of our minds for a while and then I asked if he wanted to go watch Avatar.

He said, “Why don’t we just lay here a little while longer.”

I pushed him back onto the couch and straddled him saying, “That’s fine by me.”

We kissed and let our bodies press together. I took off my sweater and just like always, he marveled at my soft skin.

After a while, he asked “You know I have a bedroom, right? We could have more room to lay down in there if you want.”

I agreed and foresaw more kissing and close hugging there. I stood and waited for him to stand too right next to the couch. He asked me to move out from the couch a bit and to stand sideways. I expected him to come over and kiss me again before walking to the room but instead, picked me up and carried me, bridal style to the room. I shrieked and held onto his neck yelling about how I was too heavy and that he needs to put me down.

He asked, “I need to put you down? Okay. I’ll put you down right here.”

He dropped me on the bed with a thud and I laughed. He climbed on the bed over me, slipped off my glasses and placed them on the bedside table. He kissed me ever so lightly and repeated the words "I missed you" into my ear. I hugged him close to me and felt his heart beating. He kissed at my neck and I sighed as I felt my stress and anxiety melt away. We stayed together in the bedroom for hours keeping other people out of our minds and keeping each other's bodies close.

We talked and laughed and I asked him, “If I was a random different girl and I came up to you and said, ‘Hi, I'm Amanda and I think you’re really cute. Wanna go on a date sometime?’ what would you say?”

He said, “Well, you see, I simply can’t do that cause I got a girl.” I laughed at his suave reaction and he simply kissed my laughter away and began to tickle me.

I tickled him back and before I knew it, he was on top of me with my hands pinned above my head and a creeping smile on his lips.

He whispered, “I think you need a punishment for that, Jane.”

I replied very sarcastically and snarky, “Oh, I’m soooo scared. Whatever will I do?”

He set his brow, lightly kissed my lips, then said, “Sit up.”

I did as I was told and awaited my much worked for punishment.

He lifted off my tank top and I said (again in a terribly sarcastic voice), “Oh no. What a disgrace.”

He kissed my lips while I was still sitting up and reached his hands to my bra clasp. He easily snapped it off and I gasped a bit as he took it from my shoulders.

I was half bare and I asked him if we could be even. He nodded and I easily slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the ground. He placed his hands on my lower back and held me close to him. I don’t know why, but the best feeling is when our bare chests are pressed together in a hug.

I asked in a small voice, “Is it bad that I love being able to be with you like this? No shirt and all pressed up.”

He nodded his head no and responded, “It's totally natural cause I love it too.”

He held me and I felt his hands explore my back and lightly dance their way around.

He pushed me onto the bed and said, “I forgot to give you your actual punishment.”

I shot him a very fake shocked expression and he curled his lips into a smile. He started at my right hand. Kissing each fingertip and my palm, ever so lightly moving up my arm, kissing so lightly. He continued his journey up my shoulder and then to my neck. He kissed almost to my lips but then went straight down towards my fully exposed chest.

He lightly grabbed at my left breast and massaged it ever so tenderly. I couldn't help but sigh a bit as his lips and tongue began to travel all over my chest except for the place I wanted most. He knew I was getting angry but he kept steering clear of the light pink flesh that began to erect in the middle of each of my breasts.

I ran my hand through his hair and placed the other on his shoulder just to keep in contact with him. He moved to my other breast and then made his way past it and down my other arm to my fingertips. I was terribly angry but I couldn't let him know that. He moved up to my lips and kissed me lightly knowing what deed he had neglected to do. I played it off as if everything was fine but in reality, I was silently begging him to kiss and suck where he had once before.

He asked, “How was that?” with a devilish smile on his face.

I replied fine and he seemed shocked and asked, “Did I forget somewhere?”

I again played it off as if I didn’t know what he was talking about but in my head, I was screaming "YES, you missed the most sensitive area! How could you!?"

He said, “Oh yes, here.” His mouth surrounded it and he bit at it lightly. I gasped and couldn’t help but let out a slight moan which was followed by more as he continues to bite and suck and flick with his tongue. I felt a rush of blood and pleasure run down to my most sensitive area. He continued on the other and I felt my hand subconsciously grabbing at his hair as a reward for his amazing work. He moved back to my lips and I hummed as he kissed my lips lightly again. I gripped at his back and let my nails lightly run down it.

We continued kissing and I felt something press against me a bit lower. I knew he would get that way and just to make it worse, I bucked my hips to put more pressure on him while we continued to kiss. He moaned a bit while his lips were still on mine and I had an idea.

“Your turn for a punishment.”

“What's my punishment for?”

“For lifting me up and bringing me in here when I told you to put me down, you chicken nugget!”

“Did you just call me a chicken nugget?”

“Yeah, that's my insult.”

He laughed at me and tried to act scared as I straddled him and ordered him to close his eyes and keep them closed. He did as I ordered and I lightly began kissing his ear lobe (his weakness) and he immediately began to melt and sigh. I sucked and kissed and even lightly licked as I gripped his face to keep it turned at the right angle. I then moved across his jaw and almost allowed him to kiss me on the lips but then moved away and continued to his other ear.

After I knew he was good and ready, I began to kiss down his chest and on his stomach. I lightly began loosening his belt and I knew he noticed. I caught him sneaking glances and I told him not to look he quickly closed his eyes but whimpered a bit. I loosened his belt, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants. I easily moved my lips down to where his boxers met his skin and kissed right along the lining of them.

Those Superman boxers, they had to come off sooner or later. I chose sooner. I removed his pants with a little help from him and then continued to tease with my lips and hands just inches from where he really wanted them. Just when I think he can’t take anymore, I let my hand slip under his loose boxers and then begin to massage his growing bulge. He sighed almost in relief as I continued to grab at him and kiss his lips. People may think I’m strange, but I love giving him pleasure. Every time his lips let out a sigh or a moan from what I’m doing to him, I feel a warmth inside of my chest that only reassures me that I’m in love with him.

I pull his member out of the boxers and he says, “Why don’t we just…” and slips them off of his body completely.

I giggle at him because he is both eager and timid at the same time. I lightly place my lips around him and his sighs grow. I love that he is so responsive to my touch. He melts when I do just the right thing and, well, I do just the right thing quite a lot. I continued working on him and then moved back up to his lips.

He was breathless so I let him catch his breath before lightly kissing his lips and saying, “There, your punishment is over now.” He groaned and rolled over so his arm was around my waist and his face was buried in my neck.

He whispered, “I love you,” and hugged me close.

I replied, “I love you too,” and kissed his forehead. I pulled my glasses from the bedside table and checked my phone. A text from my mom and a text from my dad. Way to kill the mood. I looked at them and replied quickly.

He asked me, “What day is it that you don’t have class?”

I replied, “Thursday, why?”

He said, “I might be free if we can see each other again.”

I kissed him and said I would like that. We lay in the bed kissing and holding each other close. He slipped my leggings off (after asking my permission) and then kissed up my legs. I had forgotten I hadn’t shaved in a while and pulled my legs away from him. He questioned me so I told him the answer.

“Jane, I love you no matter what. I don’t care that you didn’t shave them. They’re still a part of you.”

I blushed and buried my face in a pillow. He came back up to my head and whispered, “Oh, honey, it’s okay. Come here.”

I curled into a ball and he placed kisses all along my shoulders and caressed my stomach with his hand. I melted at his touch. I turned around and hugged him close to me. The world was gone. There was just him and me. I didn’t want the day to end but eventually, it did and I had to go home. I don’t remember the drive home because I was so tired and I relived the memories I had just created.

All through the rest of September and October, we seldom talked. I was worried and after a while, I became fed up with not hearing from him. I sent him a message that was both questioning and maybe even a little mean.

“Alright Vincent, enough of this. I don’t know what’s going on. If you don’t want to talk to me until I’m 18 or whatever, that’s fine. I can live with that. Just tell me that and I’ll force myself to back off and cut you out or just force myself to go back to being friends. I just can’t stand this on and off back and forth shit. You say you love me, you say you’ll make time for me. Hell, you even said you wouldn’t disappear on me again. But that’s what’s going on. I don’t need constant attention. I don’t want to be a parasite. I don’t want to truly love someone if I can’t be truly loved back. I want us to live our lives and do what we love but a single text once a week couldn’t hurt… I worry about you and worry that all you said wasn’t true. If that is the case, I’ll heal eventually but I would rather just know that instead of having you pop in and out of my life every other month… just please talk to me… tell me why, that’s all I ask.”

October 6 was when I sent that. I felt terrible after waking up and seeing that he hadn’t even opened it. It wasn’t until 2 days later that he messaged me back and he had quite a lot to say.

October 8th at 12 AM.

I was asleep but I woke up at 7 on a Saturday to see this message,

“I need to tell someone the truth, so here goes... Last semester I walked into my jury at the university, which would decide if I could move on to the next level of lessons, which I need to graduate. I got there and started to warm up and my teacher for that year was supposed to come and sit in on the jury for like motivation. The guy before me didn't show up and one of the jurors came out and told me to come in and go instead. I asked if I could wait for my teacher, but they insisted and had me go right away. I struggled through my first piece, which was from memory, a Bach cello suite. I had gotten so good with it, I had come a long way, but my nerves just kind of shattered as I went along and I got sloppier and sloppier the more shaky I got. I started panicking and things just got worse. I got to the end and they applauded, as they do. I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I'm sure it wasn't as bad as I remember it, but my nerve was broken. They had me do my next piece, and I steeled myself for a bit, wiped away more sweat and continued. It was okay for the first 30 measures or so, but then it just fell apart. Wrong notes every couple measures, intonation gone, it was like I forgot what I was playing and it was absolutely awful. They cut me off at some point and one of the professors asked which degree program I was in. ...I walked out of the room and packed up in the hallway, and my teacher had just walked up. She asked if I already went. Wasn't it supposed to be at 12:30? Or whatever time it was. I told her yeah but they made me go anyway. I think she sensed what had happened in my voice. I couldn't look into her eyes, knowing I had just failed. I had a final exam the next day, the only one I hadn't gone to. I couldn't go. I just didn't. I don't know why. I ended up failing that class. Because I missed the final. I was supposed to graduate this semester or next with my music degree, and I could have if I passed that jury and passed that class. Now I was stuck in limbo, having to decide to go back and try again, and likely fail because every jury I've attempted my playing has fallen apart... or I could leave for a while. Thankfully I knew I was leaving for this summer. And it let me delay making a decision about school. I was far away from my failure. My parents, my classmates. But I still had to do something. So I told my parents I was continuing with music theory/music history classes, orchestra, etc. but I'm actually just at a community college doing engineering classes. This is my sixth year of college. Two years at a university for nothing. What do I tell my parents? My uncle who is helping pay for college? How do I tell anyone? I've been living a lie for months in my parents own house and it was destroying me. I'm getting it together again, but I don't want to fall apart again. And....I guess that means I'm being selfish. I feel like I don't have time to worry about others, or love, or anything, while I try to find my way up again, and so I keep falling inwards. At the cost of those around me... You, Jane ... I just haven't known what to say because I'm tired of lying to people. And it's refreshing to tell the truth, in telling you this and telling you I love you... but I also can't distract myself from what I need to do in getting out of this hole, and back on a successful path, even if it isn't music. It's taking every bit of energy to do that, and that leaves me with just emptiness when I try and sit down and type my messages to you. I don't know what more to say... I'm sorry this keeps happening. This is why, and I hope you can forgive me.”

I barely got through the message before starting to cry. I knew something was wrong with him. It wasn’t out of character for him to not respond right away, but it was out of character for it to be weeks without hearing anything from him. I responded and asked to call him. Instead of simply not responding like he had been doing for weeks, he apologized and said he was at work. I almost cried again because of happiness that he had explained what had been going on with him.

A few days later, I asked him if he thinks it to be best that we just stay friends. He responded that reverting back to friendship for the time being would be a good plan. Deep down, I wanted to have him say, “No! I don’t want to just be friends with you because I still love you.” It was foolish of me to think that way.

We didn’t talk again until the 13th. He was packing to go to the army that weekend and I kept him awake for a little while to talk with him. He asked me something I wasn’t exactly expecting.

“Hey, Jane?”

“Yeah, Vincent?”

“Is it bad that I still want to cuddle with you? And kiss you?”

“Do you still love me?”

“Of course.”

“Then no, it’s not bad at all…”

“But...aliugfjlkbcvagdfyubhg.”

“It’s just… Not the right time.”

“Right. I’m just frustrated about our situation.”

He had to go to sleep after that. He had to pick up one of his comrades at 4:30 AM and it was already 9:30 PM.

The next time we actually talked was the 21st. I had thought more about our previous conversation and had a few new questions for him.

“You asked me if it’s bad that you want to kiss me and cuddle with me. I asked if you were still in love with me. You said of course. I should have asked do you still want to have conversations with me and spend time with me. That’s the more important question. Do you want me in your life in that way? That’s the kind of love I’m after (even if it can’t happen right now). If you wanna kiss and cuddle, that’s one thing. Having deep conversations about passions, dreams, and experiences, that’s quite another. Cause that’s an important difference.”

“It is. I asked that question because I want to kiss you out of love while talking about the world, the future, the universe not because I just want to kiss you because I’m attracted to you.”

I had co-hosted an early Halloween party with my newly found friend Sam and saw that Vincent's friend had posted a live stream on Facebook. I ran to my car and got my computer to watch it. I logged on and commented a few times before turning it off and playing cards with my friends. I had planned to try to watch more when I got home but by the time I got there, the stream was over. I decided to stay up and see if he would text me for a few minutes after he got home. As I suspected, he did.

October 21st (Early AM of 22nd)

“I’m gonna sleep if you aren’t still up to talk…”

“Sorry, I just got home. Really tired.”

“Bleh. How was the stream?”

“It was fun. Different. How was the party?”

“Eh, alright. I was technically co-hosting so it was different. Ugh, I’m so cold! This never happens.”

“Oh, was it at your house? I’m cold too…”

“No, my friend's house but I was there till 1:30 last night to help set up then went back at 10:30 this morning to continue setting up.”

“Holy frack!”

“I kinda wish you were here so we could warm each other up… is that bad?”

“No… not bad at all.”

“But but. We’re supposed to be working on this friends thing.”

“Yeah… we are.”

“Sorry… I’m not doing a very good job.”

“It’s okay. I was thinking the same thing though, about the warming up, you’re not alone.”

“Well then why does it have to be like this anyways?”

“... Fate has a funny way of… sucking. Playing cruel tricks.”

“I just wanna talk to you… it would make things much simpler. Get our ducks in a row kind of thing.”

“Yeah. We need to do that. I wish I wasn’t so busy.”

“Wanna meet up sometime soonish?”

We planned to meet a few weeks later on a Thursday. November 3rd.

I got in touch with him earlier that week asking for a place and time but he didn’t respond. I tried to call him the night before. No answer. A few minutes later, I got a text from him. “Hey, I’m driving.”

“Oh sorry. Call me back when you get home?” I texted at 9. I assumed he was with Austin or just a short distance from his house. I had school early the next morning so I wanted to get some sleep.

9:30: “Or… not?”

“Still not home, be home in like 45.”

“O MY GOSH!! That’s a long ass drive!”

10:50: “You home yet? Don’t be dead please.” I gave up. I put my earbuds in, threw my phone onto the pillow next to me and tried to fall asleep. I awake to two loud vibrations.

11:07: “You still up? Sorry, I traveled to Wisconsin with Tom to talk to a group of students there about the video game convention. That’s why I was driving so long.”

“Yeah. How did it go? Was almost asleep but the vibrations from my phone woke me up.”

“It was fun! They have a chapter of the International Game Developers Association there. The other two speakers were quite interesting as well.”

“Sweet! Could we talk on the phone to get a plan for tomorrow? If you still wanna hang?”

“I do still wanna hang.”

“Yay!” He then sent me a picture of a hamster holding onto a string upside down.

He always knows what to do to make me laugh or smile.

I called him. The phone rang a few times and then his voice spoke.

“Hello?”

“Hey. What time do you get out of class again?”

“3:20. Where should we meet up?”

“Well, you could come to my house if you wanted.”

“Is that an option?”

“Yeah. My mom will be here but she won’t bug us. Up to you.”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun. You don’t have classes at all tomorrow?”

“No, sir. Just band in the morning but that ends at nine.”

“Ok. I’ll plan to be there around six. How does that sound?”

“Cool. I’ll see you then. Hey Vincent?”

“Yeah?”

“Am I still allowed to hug you? I don’t really know the boundaries through all of this.”

“You’re allowed to hug me for sure. I don’t really know the boundaries either. We can talk about it.”

“Sounds good. Be prepared to answer a lot of questions because I have a lot I want to talk about with you.”

“Alright. Get some sleep now, okay? It's almost 11:30. What time do you have to be up anyways?”

“6:40 but I’ve worked on less sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Click. His voice is gone and I’m left alone with my thoughts for the next day

Alright, Jane, you can’t kiss him or cuddle or be flirty. You’re just friends now remember that. Your house is a mess. You need to clean tomorrow. The mental list begins forming. Kitchen, living room, bathrooms, bonus room, bedroom. Each task fills in the empty spaces. I feel myself drifting to sleep around midnight and I give in.

Nov 3, 2016

I cleaned the house like a madwoman that day. I knew he would be here after not too long and I could almost feel him getting closer. I knew that we were just going to be friends but the memories of us being close to each other kept playing over and over again in my head. Around six that night I was texting him wondering where he was. He apologized profusely over text and asked to call (he said it would be easier to explain that way).

“I’m so sorry I’m not there yet! My dog ran away and my dad and I had to chase her and I just got back from that. I’ll be there in about a half hour. I’m so sorry again.”

For some reason, I didn’t really believe his story but I felt bad for not.

“It’s okay. I’ll be here when you get here.”

A half hour later, sure enough, he was at the door. I knew he was bringing one of his favorite video games to play so I opened the door and invited him inside. We didn’t hug as long as we usually do because I knew myself, I would never want to let go if I hugged him for long.

We went upstairs and put on the game. We played a couple of rounds and were very competitive. He won one round and I won one so we decided to talk for a little while. I asked him loads of questions about us and what was going to happen. Before long, we both knew that we couldn’t go through a meeting without embracing and kissing each other.

I lightly kissed him and he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his lips more forcefully against my own. I had missed his touch so very much. I knew that I had to be strong so I gave him a date. December 15th. That was the last day of our semesters at school and the day that he had to decide whether or not we were going to go public.

I would be 18 by then and there wouldn’t be any legal reasons for us to not be together. The way he kissed me that night made me feel like we would be together for a long long time. Little did I know, I would be so utterly wrong.

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Mechanical engineer who loves to write music, short stories, and stories from their past

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