The Paved Paradise

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
"Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you got till it's gone...you pave paradise, and put up a parking lot" -Big Yellow Taxi

Submitted: November 09, 2011

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Forgive me for being a romantic fool but this is my story and my time.

We'd had conversations before, since I didn't getanythingabout school and he was a genius. I made him laugh, talking about the teachers and my wild classmates. He made me think. But he also had a wonderful sense of humor, and he was just so untroubled--new for a trouble-maker like me. We stayed friends for the rest of the school year, talking to each other occasionally as we each had our own group of friends. Lee --that's what his name was-- was an amazing, undiscovered athlete; it drove me crazy to see talentless boys getting all the attention for wearing helmets and tight pants and grunting getting awards and recognition.
Lee had to go away at the end of the year. His mother had recently died from a surprisingly treatable disease, but the budget was tight and his dad had to move the family tohisparent's house.
He was leaving me.
Lee, my anchor, my reality and at the same time, my fantasy, was leaving.
When I found out, I ran home and cried for hours. My mom asked what was wrong, and I just replied, "Bad grades." I wrote him a letter that night. What else could I do? I decided to sleep on whether or not to actually give it to him.
This is what it said,
Dear Lee,
I'm not good at words, I hope you know. So I hope this sounds poetic.
You're leaving. For real. This thought has finally puntured my hard-headed skull.
I hope you know that this really sucks. My time spent with you was not wasted, I assure you. In fact, it was so wonderful. You really let me learn a lot about myself. Before, I was a stuck-up snob. But you grounded me.
I've never felt this way about any other human being before. I've had crushes, but this was something more. I don't want to marry you or anything, but I feel as though we were connected....almost like twins.
Do you remember that one day when we were joking around on the field, saying stupid things, and then it got serious? You looked me in the eyes and said, "Gemma, I need to tell you something. I haven't told anyone before because I don't trust them. But you....you're.....different. Special. I feel like I could tell you anything and it would be safe. So here I go. My mom got cancer. We can't afford it, so my mom wants to just go off the meds and die a natural death. I..." you choked, and so did I, "I can't let her go. Do you want to.....I don't know, come visit her sometime? I've told her a lot about you and she really wants to meet you"
So I did. And when I went to sit next to her in the hospital, she said, "My Lee talks a lot about you, sweetie. He seems to really like you. Please take care of him after I'm gone?" This was when I ran out, crying.
When her funeral came around, I was crying just as hard as you were. She was one special lady. And now I see why you are, too.
I want you to know that when you leave, I will become goth and kill myself. I can't bring myself to say this, but, I think I love you.
Lee, take care. Never forget me. I know I'll never forget you, or your smell of soap and Old Spice.
From your best (hopefully) friend,
Gemma
P.S. I Paved Paradise.
When I woke up the next morning, I ran down to his house, PJs and all. I shoved the letter in his mailbox, and then ran away.
He came by my house the next day. He was leaving that night. Guess who he wanted to spend his time with?
Me. Gemma.
Me.
We went down to a pond by our house and just sat. Then, he spoke up, his voice trembling. "Gemma, I read your letter." I blushed and turned away. "I loved it. And I love you too." With that, he reached across and grabbed my hand. I looked up at his brown eyes, and then his lips met mine and I felt an electric jolt pass between us.
This. Was. It.
He left that night, and he took my heart with him. But it was okay, because he left his heart with me.
Summer passed.
On the first day of school, I went into homeroom. My heart was expecting to see him there, blinking his brown eyes at me. But nothing happens like in movies.
School passed. I kissed a guy, but it felt heartless.
Summer passed. It had been about a year and a half since I had last seen Lee.
The first day of senior year. My first love had not been here since sophmore year. I walked into homeroom and lo and behold.
Lee. Was. There.
I ran towards him, and he enveloped me in a hug, still smelling like soap and Old Spice.
We spent the next few classes catching up. His dad had started working for Dell and had really good ideas, so he got sent back here with a huge pay increase. Lee would be with me for Senior Year.
When Prom rolled around, he asked me.
Me. Gemma.
Me.
Life has been pretty great since then, since my letter.
I'm writing this story 15 happy years later. We're married and have two beautiful children.
All because of my letter.
Mine. Gemma's.
Mine.


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