The last time I saw her

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story about love

Submitted: July 31, 2012

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I don't remember the first time I saw her, maybe it was on the bus or maybe the lunch room, who knows. I used to wish I did though, so as we talk holding each other early when the sun is barely over the horizon I could tell her about that day. How my heart skipped a beat when she looked my way, how it seemed angels sung and a spotlight shined on her as she flipped her hair, how it was love at first sight and other cliché things. I can't though, because none of that happened , I don't regret it though , because if there had to be one day that I don't remember spending with that girl, I'm glad it's the first. I wouldn't want it to be the time we signed up for a dancing class knowing we both had no rhythm and spent the whole class giggling instead of " shakin our groove thangs" as the instructor said. No. I'm glad I remember that. I wouldn't want to forget the first time I cried in front of her, though I claimed till that day that I never cried, especially in front of others. I want to remember how she held me and stroked my hair, not telling me it was going to be all right, because she didn't know if it would be, not telling me to calm down, because she knew I couldn't. Just being there. For me. No. I want to remember that. I want to remember all those I uneventful nights where we just sat and watched TV or a bad movie , talking about our days, that crazy woman we worked with, who was dating who, that Interesting article online. No. I want to remember that. I'm glad I remember those fights we had, over small things that seem so stupid now. How I screamed till I was horse, how she threw my phone at my face, missing it only by inches. No I want to remember that, she wouldn't of taken the time to be mad if she didn't care. No. I need to remember that.
I do however ,remember the last time I saw her, peaceful , quite ,cold. My high school sweet heart, my one and only love, my girl.
Most love stories start with how the couple meets , but I don't think that is the important part of the story, I don't remember the first Time I saw her and I do remember the last. They are my two least favorite memories. The middle of those 65 years, those are the ones to remember, to cherish to hold onto. everybody's destination is the same so why not enjoy the journey ?


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