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Posted May 22, 2007

By Becca Futrell



Once upon a time, there was a boy and he fell in love with a girl. This boy wasnt all to great but this girl, she was perfect. They told each other stories and played at the park together. He walked her home in the middle of the night, and they would hold hands
And their hands fit together perfectly. But one day all the good times ended. And this girl was completely heartbroken
And what drove this boy nuts was the way this girl interrupted him, but still he loved her more then anything. The end. Rachels eyes fell to her shoes, and she let out an annoyed sigh.
If that boy loved her so much, then why.. why did he leave and ignore her for five months? She questioned, and wiped the tears out of her eyes.
Maybe, he wanted to leave before he got hurt. Topher slid to the ground next to her, and smiled. Rach I never quit loving you. In fact, I thought of you everyday for those five months, pausing he slowly placed his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, Remember what I said before? Even though I dont always say it
Youll always love me.
Exactly.
I called you so many times. I had so many things to tell you, and a lot of questions to ask. Thanks for never calling back.
Oh.
Oh? Thats all I get? She pushed away, and shot the boy a dirty look. I want nothing to do with you anymore.
You shouldnt say what you dont mean. Rachel you know perfectly well that we are meant for each other. Look at all weve gone through, and we still made it.
Topher, this isnt a fairytale. In real life, even the best things end.
Honestly? This doesnt have to end. Tell me the truth, how do you feel about me?
You should already know the answer to that, she paused, and her face flushed red. I love you. And I will probably never feel this way about anyone else. When everything is going wrong, all I want to do is look at you, and know everythings going to be okay. These last five months, God, these last five months had to be the hardest time in my life. Everyday I thought of how I was never going to see you again, and how that would basically kill me. I think of the last day we were together all the time, and that seriously hurts me more then anything.
Staring at each other, the two sat in silence. Rachel felt the awkwardness, and quickly looked the opposite direction. All of the thoughts, of the two being together filled her head, and the conversation they were having, were already fading from her memory. Its crazy, she started, before she realized that what she had to say was what she never wanted to admit.
Hm? he answered, after several seconds of a pause.
Never mind, she replied, Its nothing.
If its bugging you, then it has to be something.
Well, she sighed, Have you ever had so many things in your head at once, that you use to know picture perfectly clear, then it just fades away? Like it never really happened? And you struggle for hours, trying to remember simple things, like what you did the night before? But you still remember the things from months ago, that youve been dying to forget?
What kind of things do you want to forget?
Maybe the fact, that I know you. Or maybe, I just want to forget about the night we got in that fight. Maybe I want to forget, all the times we took those walks, and all the times we played on the swings. But no, instead Im forgetting if I went to the mall or not, last night. Im forgetting what I even had for lunch earlier. Im forgetting, if I even ate in the past week?
Oh.
Again with the oh?
What do you want me to say? Do you want me to tell you to lay off of drugs or something?
Thatd be rather hypocritical of you. So many times, I sat and worried about you. Youd come to school so faded, and I never knew what to do. The days, youd stumble down the hallway, and the times I had to support you, when we walked. I was so scared that day, when your movement was so distorted, and you wouldnt even look at me. Youd look straight ahead, and your eyes were so messed up. I remember what you looked like perfectly, and it scares me so much, that I could of lost you that day. I remember after school, you handed me that pill cap, and told me you wouldnt be seeing me for a while. As soon, as you got on that bus, I couldnt help but cry.
Rachel, I love you. Topher, pushed himself off of the ground, and offered his hand to help her up. She shook her head, and twiddled her fingers, seeming nervous. The butterflies in her stomach, made her wrap her arms around herself, and look down.
Do you remember when you came back to school, after that? Do you remember how you turned the corner, and my eyes widened? Do you remember how I ran over to you, and grabbed your arm? Do you remember that I kept telling you I love you? Please tell me, you remember how I told you how I felt at that moment. I go, Topher, are you okay? What happened? Im so worried about you. You told me not to worry, and that youre doing just fine. I didnt believe that for a minute, but I walked you to class. You looked so cute that day. And all I could think of, was how I have the cutest kid on my arm, and that Im basically lucky. Your hair was perfectly done, and the outfit you chose that day was just amazing. I remember seeing you at lunch, and I jumped on you again, cause I still couldnt believe you were back. A smile didnt leave my face that day, and all I could do was tell everybody about how happy I was.
I remember telling Brandon, that you were mine, and to back off. He told me you guys were going to have a party that weekend. I got worried, you were going to hook up with him, so I told him I was going, so I could be with you.
Why were you so perfect?
Were?
Remember the time, I called you? Your grandpa said you were sleeping, and to call back tomorrow. You called back at one. And told me, you woke up, basically just to call me. We barely talked, but we were on the phone for four hours, and yet, it was still okay. The silence wasnt awkward at all. And when you thought I wasnt listening, you would say to your brother, this is the girl, I love. I remember I asked you if Shannon was pretty, you laughed, and said not as pretty as you, no one can be as pretty as you. Then I remember I told you I liked something that was on the T.V. and you go, Well, I like you. And I remember I asked you to repeat that, and that I didnt hear you, but in reality I definitely heard you, and just wanted to hear it again. Cause that moment, was perfect, and I think that might have been when I fell in love with you.