You had me at Goodbye

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
When you don't realize what you have until it's gone

Submitted: August 04, 2010

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You had me at Goodbye

1st Grade

Teacher told us we had a new student. We had to be nice to him though because he wasn't like us. He was different. She said he came from some place called Europe and had an accent that might sound funny. I don't know what an accent was, probably something with his face like an extra eye or nose. He wasn't to come until lunch. Well, lunch was over 8 minues ago, so he could be here any minute. Now it's coloring time. It's my favorite time of the day. I had my 3 favorite colors. Pink, Yellow, and Purple. These colors make the world pretty and happy. Today was the first day of 1st grade. My sister is in 3rd grade and she told me I had to act more mature. So I decided to start by coloring inside the lines. This was going to be the best rainbow turtle ever. I could put it up on the freezer next to mommy's calendar. I was almost done with the last leg, when a long green line was scratched on it. I screamed and looked up.  'A turtle is suppose to be green' the boy said. Something must be wrong with his tongue because he sounded stupid. When I looked at his face, my stomach twisted. It made me angrier because I didn't know what it was. I got up and told teacher. She made the boy apologize to me. His eyes got big when he saw me crying. I was so mad, that I balled the paper up, and threw it away. No way could I let mommy and sister see it. Sister would laugh, and mommy wouldn't put in on the freezer. It took me a whole hour to color it, I didn't want to start over, so I went to my seat, and put my head down. I hate that boy.

5th Grade

Today, I didn't have to wear the pigtails because Daddy said I was getting to old. I felt happy, and my smile was permanent the whole day. My bestfriend was jealous, so she took hers out. Now we look like twins. We were on our way to recess now. When I got outside, I darted to the monkey bars. I was the only one who could hang upside down on them, so I would show off alot.
During  last week, we learned geography. Like I live in America and we have 7 continents. I like to learn because it tells me that im growing up. And if I want to be a doctor, than I was going to know everything. I was singing back and fourth talking to my new twin, when I heard the annoying french noise. He walked up to me and said 'Hey little monkey'. My face turned red, and my fists balled up. Monkeys are stupid, smelly and hairy, and I am nothing like them. I hopped down, and chased him around the entire playground. When I finally got him, I pulled him by his collar, and threw him down. I punched him in his face, and stomach over and over again. I kicked his sides, and pulled his hair. Everytime I did, he never made a noise. Not a scream or a whimper. When the teacher pulled me off, she led me into the principal's office. I sat in their for a whole hour, until my mom and dad got their. She told them I was suspended for two days. When they asked me why, my only answer was, I hate that boy.

8th grade

The last day of middle school to high school is exciting. Im finally going to be in highschool. My dad took me out ice skating to celebrate. I was the happiest thing alive because I never been ice skating before. When we got there, I was kind of nervous about falling. Everytime I did fall, my dad helped me. But he fell way more than I did. We were up there for hours. It was the most wonderful time I could ever imagine. We took a break for french fries and burgers. Ice skating can really work up an apetite. 'There's your husband'  dad said. I looked at him confused. I followed his gaze behind me, and spotted Liam. 'Hey wife' he chuckled. I let out a groan of anger, and marked that day, the worst day ever. I really hate that boy.


10th Grade

We had a Talent show today. My bestfriend did a dance for it. She took ballet lessons as a child, and was more than excited to do it. She blew everyone away. While she was performing, the whole auditorium was queit. She leaped so gracefully, it made me almost cry. The whole auditorium erupted into applause when she was finished. When it was my turn, butterflies flapped around violently around in my stomach. I almost didn't go, until my mom promised she'll take my to dinner afterwards if I did. I swallowed back my fear, and walked on stage quickly before I could change my mind. When the piano started, my heart picked up triple time. When I opened my mouth to sing, my words flowed. With every word, my confidence picked up. My voice grew stronger, and before I knew it, I was moving around the crowd. I saw tears leak out of some people's eyes, plus mine. As I made my way threw the crowd, I spotted Liam. I saw a tear escape his eyes, and I smiled to myself. Hm, I finally made that jerk cry. Something at my conscions tugged at my brain. Was I happy that he cried, or happy that I could actually see he had some affection toward me? I walked back on stage, and ended my song. When I looked out, every single person, was crying and cheering. Flowers were getting tossed to me, and my friends rushed up on stage and hugged me. After the show, I went to the ladies room to wipe up my masscara. My mom and dad were warming up the car while they waited. When I left the ladies room, I bumped into Liam. He grinned at me, and spoke fluid french. Votre voix est comme belle comme l'eau est à un homme perdu dans le désert pour loin trop long. His grinn grew wider, and something flashed is  his eye. He kept walking before I knew what it was. I didn't like the way he said whatever it was he said. I didn't own a computer to translate what he said, and I forgot half of it already. I folded my arms across my chest, and made my way to the car. My mom asked what was wrong. I shook my head because all I could think about was, I hate that boy. 


Prom

Today is the best day off my life. Even finding out that Liam lives two houses down from me couldn't bring me down. My mom and I spent 2 months finding the perfect dress. It fit like a glove. It was strapless, and flowed to the floor in the same shape. It was wrapped in real pearls around the waist, going down in each swirl. The top was cut, and started under my arms, but it was like a cup. My hair was pinned up into curls that layed against my shoulders and back. My mom cried when she saw it, and my dad sat my date down to interrogate him for an hour. The whole night was perfect from beginning to end. We danced, laughed and took pictures. Some people cried, knowing this would be our last dance together. Me and my date were seated at our table, when my bestfriend came over to say hi. When I saw Liam was her date, she smiled brilliantly. She's always had a crush on him, and it warmed my heart...I think. We hugged, and when Liam saw my date, his jaw tightened. 'What's wrong?' My bestfriend asked. 'Nothing, I just need some punch' Liam said, still watching me. He and his date dissappeared. I shrugged and continued our night.

College

Now, I've been in college for a year now. I moved to Arizona because I love the heat, and I feel they had the best nursing program. It was Christmas Eve, and I am now on my way to visiting my parents. Im excited because I can't wait to open up our one present for the day. I wanted to taste my mom's cherry pie. I missed my dad's stupid stories about his and grandpa's fishing trips. And in some weird way, I missed being annoyed by Liam. When I arrived home, everyone came and hugged me. It feel as if I never left. It warmed my heart to be welcome back with opened arms. I went into the living room, to see an enormous tree, standing 10 ft tall. It was decorated with shiny red, green, yellow, and white tool. Little christmas balls hung off of each end. A beautiful angel stood at the top, as if she was singing. 


Little gingerbread men danced in the middle. I smiled at the amount of presents at the bottom. I counted off 6 for me. Im glad my parents didn't believe you were too old for presents. We sat at the dinner table, eating and laughing, and enjoying each others company. We had a ham that lit up the whole wide world. The pie was even better, and my dad made good on his stories. My older sister and I sat and listen, with huge smiles plastered on our faces. When it was time to open our one gift, I gave my dad his. I bought him a golden pendant. It had him, and mom mom's name, plus they're wedding date on it. He smiled so huge, it made me laugh. 'Here honey open this' my mom handed me a small box. I opened it, and almost fainted. A silver necklace was twisted in the shape of a tear drop. It was decorated by little diamonds on the side of one half. My mom and sister gasped. I looked up at dad, and he shook his head, saying it wasn't from him. My mom pushed me an envelope that held a letter in it. I opened it, and began to read: 

Dear Nilah,

I've never written a letter before, so im not sure how to start, but I'll try.

A couple years ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. A few weeks ago, the doctors told me I had a few weeks to live. I didn't know what to do. For days I stayed hidden in my room. Scared, and worried. Death was never a thing I thought I had to worry about. My mom tried to get me out. Begging and pleading, but I didn't move. Eventually, I started to think. About my life, how I led it, what was going to happen to me. Was there something after this? I didn't know where I was going to get my answers from. Eventually, my mind wandered to you. How the first time I saw you in 1st grade, I knew I wanted you all to myself. I drew on that stupid turtle to get your attention. You immediately hated me, and I wanted to fix it. In 4th grade, I started to develope this love for monkeys. They were cute, soft, fun, and bubbly. In 5t h grade, you took my breath away then. I walked up to you, and called you little monkey because you were cute, soft, fun and bubbly just like them. But you took it the wrong way and charged at me. When you beat me up, I didn't allow myself to cry because I kew that that wouldn't be the first time you would hurt me, so I prepared myself. You hurt me in 8thgrade with that song you sung. It hurt so good. Your voice spoke to me, and it was so perfect. It let me see the real you. Not the mean, tough, girl you try to be around me, but the loveable, beautiful, kind, trusting, warm person you are. I saw that in you. When I spoke those words Votre voix est comme belle comme l'eau est a' un homme perdu dans le dèsert pour loin trop long. It meant Your voice is as beautiful as water is to a man lost in the desert for far too long. I expected you to run into my arms the next day. But when I saw you didn't, I know you forgotten about it. You hurt me then. When we were in 8th grade, and I saw you at the skating rink, your dad called me your husband. You have no idea how I felt. It was as if my world, that was split in two, have finally came together. My heart sped up. When I called you my wife, those words felt so right. I couldn't help but imagine you, walking down the alter, for me. You wanting to marry me. Wearing a beautiful white dress for me. It kind of surprised me but I liked it. I liked it even more when you groaned in fustration, but at the same time, it hurt. When I saw you at prom, my heart dropped. You looked so beautiful and gorgeous. No words could describe you. I heard you laugh. That one sound was all I needed to live te rest of my life. I was angry because I couldn't make you laugh or smile. I was young and stupid, but I still tried. When I saw that the only reaction I got out of you were frowns and grunts, it hurt me. But when you smiled at me when you sung, it made me cry even harder. All I wanted was that one reaction from your lips to make me happy. I loved it so much. I never wanted to make you frown again. Everytime I went home, knowing you were just two houses away, I wanted to hold you in my arms. I wanted your lips against mine everytime I saw you. I wanted you to whisper my name when you looked me in the eyes. I wanted my whole world to be about you. From day one, I knew that I woukd always love you, and trust me, I always will. The necklace I gave you, was worth every penny I saved up. $19,000. A tear, because it was the first emotion you felt for me. And even though I never wanted to be the cause of you ever being angry or sad, I was, and im sorry. I had my mom give this too your mom last week, because that day was my last. Just know, that even though im gone, I will always love you, and I hope that everytime you see thar necklace, you smile. 
-Love Liam .....Goodbye wife/monkey 


The paper was now smeared in fresh tears. Almost making the writing dissappear. My hands trembled, while I grabbed the other piece of paper behind it. It was my turtle from 1st grade. The bottom was marked, I love you, Forever. Right then, my heart snapped. I let out a huge cry and collapsed to my knees. Everyone rushed over to me, but it didn't help. The room spun, and I couldn't breath. Tears blurred my vision. I snapped my eyes shut. The walls were closing in around me. Oh no, no no no Liam, NO! What hapened. All this time and he didn't tell me. He loved me, and I couldn't see that! I wrapped my arms around me, getting colder all of a sudden. I heard shouts from my mom, but I ignored them. They were asking what was wrong, while my sister cried nosily, reading the letter. I tried to think. Tell myself it wasn't real. But it was. I remembered back in first grade that the twist in my stomach, were butterflies. It took this stupid letter to find out that I loved him to. When he saw me at prom, he didn't want punch, he wanted to punch my date. My head hurted and whirled, while something ate away at my stomach. My whole body was shaking now. My hearing was blocked off. Liam, is....gone?How? Why couldn't he just tell me what was wrong? Why is he doing this to me? All those years, I've been hurting him, and I didn't even know. I want to wrap my arms around him. Make everything better, but I can't because he's gone now!!! I let out another cry that came out as a scream. His voice lingered in my head, hearing his french being spoken about me singing. I wanted to fall asleep, and wake up at my dorm so I can run to his house, and stay with him forever. But I know I can't. It won't work, because the letter is already written. It took a goodbye for me to realize I love him. Now I know........he had me at Goodbye.


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