January 5th, 2018
Part 3
I got our chai tea lattes and joined you at our table in the middle of the cafe. I moved my chair directly next to yours, so I could follow along as you read the first 45 pages of the script.
You excitedly asked me questions with every page turned, every question beginning with a gasp.
“Is she okay???” “Is...
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I’m lost inside Patrick’s eyes, his smile; I’m lost inside of him completely.
This is something I wasn’t expecting. I care about the guy, but now I want more.
The people who work directly with him are helping to guide me through these emotions. They don’t want to see me hurt again.
I don’t want to be hurt again. I don’t want to be hurt...
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January 5th, 2018
Part 2
“We need to turn around and go back to my house. I don’t know if I turned the fireplace off, and my parents would probably be mad if I burned down the house,” you said just as we were pulling into the Barnes and Noble parking lot.
After an internal sigh, we went back.
“Turns out I did turn it...
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December 31st, 2017, the day after my body tried to kill itself, I got an email from you saying that you wanted to see me that day.
We met at the Nervous Dog in Fairlawn. The moment we saw each other, we embraced, each of us enthusiastically telling the other how much they missed them. I took a gift card off your hands in exchange...
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One night, while I was writing, you sent a text saying that your friends from Athens had come up to visit. You were still going to try and stop by before seeing them, but you weren’t sure. I texted back that it was okay if you didn’t make it, and that you should probably hangout with your friends.
With some parting words, you left to...
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I dreamt about you last night. It was unusual, because I normally dream of anything other than you, but you were apparently on my mind.
Apparently, I’m also in denial.
In the dream, you had contacted me via email. I don’t quite remember the text on screen and what it said, but I do remember your voice reading it.
Your voice that would, in time,...
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The two people who are supposed to unconditionally love their child, called you worthless for losing a chance to find employment.
When I found out that your parents had kicked you out of your home following their verbal castration of such a beautiful soul, and that you slept in your car at a rest area for the night, I chastised you for not calling me....
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“I love you.”
Once you had realized you let these words slip, there was a moment of silence where you could hear a pin drop.
“...as a friend!” you quickly said into the phone, voice raised to try and deflect your previous words.
The conversation became awkward after that on your end, while I tried to direct it to a different topic.
It wouldn’t be...
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“May I take your hand?” I ask.
“Yes,” you reply, smiling.
“Are you sure?” I joke, throwing in my own smile.
“Yes,” you respond, your smile getting bigger, your eyes fixated on me. “I love being touched.”
“I...”
A moment of silence breaks my own response. Your eyes are still fixated, your smile as big as it can get.
Finally, my sentence continues to its...
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January 5th, 2018
Part 1
It was the first and only full day that we would spend together.
I left work feeling depressed, so I texted you about it. Before I reached my car, you send a text back telling me to come pick you up, and that we were going to “defeat depression together!” After providing me with your address, I headed over to...
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