A Story About A Girl And A Boy

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A story about a girl and a boy. A little story about love, loss, and suffering.

Submitted: September 13, 2012

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Submitted: September 13, 2012

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A STORY ABOUT A GIRL AND A BOY

For Michael Curry.

There was once a girl and a boy. They loved each other very much, even though half a world lay between them. Loneliness was devouring them both, when the girl decided to write a book for the boy. She wanted to show him how much she loved him but she had no idea what to write about.

I’ll just write what comes to my mind when I think about him, she thought.

Then she started to put down the words:

This book is for you. It might not be a good book, or a long book, or a best selling book, but it is a true book, an honest book. And it is entirely for you.

You are constantly on my mind. All the time I think about what would be if you were with me right now. I am envious of all the happy couples I see when I walk in the streets. It is not fair. Yet I cannot look away. Instead I imagine it is us, walking in the street, holding hands, being happy. I miss you. I miss you so much it’s driving me insane.

The girl put down her pen and sighed.

“Writing a book is harder than I thought,” she said to herself.

What to do? What to write? How to make the boy see how much she loved him? Then, she thought of something. What if I tell him why I love him?

And she started again:

Why I Love You

You are my best friend

We can talk for hours without running out of things to say

Your smile makes me want to look at you all day

You cuddle with me

You make me lose my words

Your voice

Your eyes

We write each other poems

We laugh about silly things

You make me feel safe

You let me sleep on your lap

We talk about the future

We can talk about anything

Again, the girl put down her pen and leaned back in her chair.

She looked at the desktop of her laptop. A picture of her and the boy stared back at her. The girl and the boy were both smiling into the camera. A smile formed on her lips. She remembered when the picture was taken, how happy she had been. Her smile started to become a sad smile. She sighed and had to blink away tears that were forming in her eyes. She missed him. She missed him so much. And right then, she wished for nothing more than to be with him.

“But how do I put that into words? How do I write those feelings down? How do I show him how much I love him?” she said to herself.

She sat up and stared at the words she had written. Once again, she took up her pen:

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Because saying it just once is not enough.

The girl rubbed her palm. Her hand hurt. Nevertheless she took up her pen again:

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The pen fell out of her hand. She leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. All she could think about was the boy. There was nothing else on her mind.

“There’s no way I’ll be able to put this into words. There are no words to describe this. There are no words. Why do you always make me lose my words?”

For a long time the girl just sat there, staring at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and saw the boy’s face, his eyes, his smile.

He was far away. But still she loved him. She yearned for him. She didn’t want anyone but the boy.

“Why are you so far away?” she asked into the silence.

Tears came to her eyes. She let them flow. She hugged her knees to her chest and started sobbing. The tears wouldn’t stop. Looking up, the girl could make out the words she had written. The words that were meant for the boy. The boy that she loved.

The boy that loved her no longer.

She grabbed the papers and read the words. Tears fell and the words became wet and the ink started to lose form. The words, the loving words, started to fade.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Then the papers tore. One by one, the tear-stained words were ripped apart. Like snow flakes, the pieces fell to the floor. The words were crying but the girl ignored them. Her face was buried in her hands, while the tears wouldn’t stop. It hurt. Her heart, her mind, her words. Everything hurt. How could anything be right again?

With trembling fingers, the girl took up her pen and started to write on a paper that was white as snow:

There is no such thing as ‘forever’.

But when I was with you, I wished there was.

I never wanted to let you go.

I thought we could withstand the distance.

I wished that nothing would ever change.

But no good comes from wishing.

No good at all.

The girl put down her pen. She stared at the words through the tears in her eyes. Then she took the paper and ripped it apart as she had done with the others.

“No good comes from wishing,” she said to herself.

Then there was a familiar noise and the girl looked at the screen of her laptop. The boy had sent her a message.

Hey, we haven’t talked in a while. How are you?, he asked.

The girl placed her fingers on the keyboard. She typed her reply and sent it to him:

I’m good. And you?


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