Someone Like You

A story about moving on.

She knew what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth. The way that he looked at her, his eyes eager and shining. For a few moments, it was just the two of them, and she was hanging on his every word. They were on his back porch, in a screened, circular sitting room. It was one of those early spring, late summer days, when the wind pushed tree petals and pollen through the air, and the sun would break through clouds and warm your back for a time before vanishing behind another cloud.

He was perfection. His blonde hair hung over his blue eyes, which were unnaturally bright. His nose was slightly crooked, but charmingly so, and pointed toward a large freckle on the right side of his face that sat on the most prominent part of his large jaw line. Although he was a few feet from her, she could feel his heart beating, his breath on her neck. She wondered what he thought of the way she looked, and if he admired her half as much as she did him.

After digressing from conversation for a moment, she returned her attention to what he was saying. He was speaking at a normal pace, but she heard it as if the words were in slow motion. Her heart wasn’t beating quickly, but strongly, pounding heavily on the inside of her chest. She knew what he was going to say. Her mind was racing, and as real life slowed, her memories flooded her consciousness before she had a chance to stop them. From a few feet away, she could still see his face, slowly mouthing words, but it was as if she was seeing him through a kaleidoscope, memories and images tainting her vision. She tried to focus on him, but she was overwhelmed. With every word that he spoke, she remembered something, felt something, loved something. He continued to speak, and she relived.

“I...” They were sitting on the edge of his bed. He stared at her, searching her face for any indication that she was turned off by his profession of love. But she smiled with her mouth, and her eyes, and her heart. They embraced one another, and a powerful energy coursed through her veins and into his; This was it. He was hers, and she was his. He reached into his pocket, demanding that she close her eyes. She did, and she felt a cold string slide down her chest. Opening her eyes, she saw the necklace that would become a symbol of their love for one another. Every day she would wear it, and be reminded of the intimate secret that was shared only with one another, and that was that they loved each other. In his arms, everything made sense. Nothing was wrong, and everything was beautiful. It was the greatest feeling she had ever experienced. She looked him in the eye and saw something that she could see in no other person. His soul radiated from his eyes, and she will swear that she could physically feel his love on her body. On the edge of that bed that night, she fell in love. 

“...am...” The night sky had never been so clear to her before. They were lying on a blanket in the front of his yard, gazing into the endless night. Her head rested gently on his shoulder, and inhaling his scent, a combination of laundry detergent and musky cologne. Together they found constellations, and drew new ones with their fingers pointed towards the stars. They laughed and held each other close, and basked in their happiness. Then, a shooting star. It was such a rare occurrence that she almost forget to make a wish upon it. Quickly, she closed her eyes and wished for the one thing that she wanted more than life itself; to have this moment forever. Even if they went their separate ways in the future, she wished to be able to revisit that moment and feel everything that she was. She opened her eyes, and the star was gone. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and whispered in her ear, asking what she had wished for. She turned to face him, and smiled.

“...in...” They were back in his bed. He wrapped his body around her, holding her closely to him. Just a few minutes earlier, they had given themselves to each other for the first time, in the most intimate way possible. His breath was hot on the tip of her ear, and she could feel his heart thudding on her back. She had never needed a person as badly and she needed him, and while he kissed her, she wanted to breath him in. After being physically intimate comes an emotional intimacy that she had not known existed until this very moment. Despite everything she had tried to convince herself of in the past about love and never letting it consume her life, she knew that there was no greater feeling on earth than this. The secret to life had to be falling in love, because she could think of nothing more fulfilling than lying in his arms. A hot tear escaped her eye and landed on his sheets, but she was beaming.

“...love...” Prom night. She had been to formal dances before, but she dressed mostly for herself, and not for a boy. Then again, there had never been a boy like him. She bought a dress in his favorite color, knowing that he would love it. She pinned her hair off of her face, and painted a black line on her eyelids. Before leaving her house to meet him, she observed herself in the mirror. Although she thought she looked beautiful, it only mattered if he thought so too. When she finally arrived at his house, he opened the door and stopped. He gapped, and then he smiled. When he told her she looked beautiful, that was it. She didn’t need to go to the prom now, or take pictures, or dance and laugh with friends, because he told her what she wanted to hear. His thoughts were the only one that mattered, and despite the fact that he had told her she was beautiful many times before, this time was different. All night, all she could think of was how perfect they were, and how much deeper she had fallen for him than expected.

“...with...” She was leaving for college the next day. He had stayed at her house until one in the morning, and now she was driving him home. Silent tears streamed down her face, while anxious thoughts of when she would see him next consumed her. She knew she was losing him at that moment. He was going far away to college, to a new life that she wouldn’t fit into the way she fit into his life here. Yet, he told her he loved her, and he wanted to be with her. She listened and smiled as he spoke, praying that their love would trump the distance. As she arrived at his house, they both got out of the car. He walked over to her and they embraced each another, both of them crying. She looked into his face, and thought that they had to make it work, because she refused to lose him, she refused to lose his love. Their relationship produced an intoxicatingly addicting sense of worth and stability while everything in her live changed, and she was dying now that she couldn’t feel that as strongly while they were separated. Still, she knew they would do it. They had to.

“...her.” They were on the same porch that they were sitting on now, in the same screened room. It was almost a year ago, on the same type of day it is today. The sun was setting, and dusk swiftly enveloped them. They were lying on the wicker couch, and the same breeze that danced around them in reality was also in her memories, pushing the same petals and carrying a summer scent. She had to be home by curfew, but they couldn’t let each other go. Darkness came, and the wind brushed through her hair, tickling his chest. She told him she would be late, but as she sat up to leave he pulled her back into him, and said “just one more minute.” As she recalled him saying this, the words echoed from her memories into actuality. Suddenly her vision, previously tainted with reflections of the past, cleared. What he said finally mentally registered, but she couldn’t feel anything. She just stared at him, with one foot still in her last remembrance. Half of her was conscious and in the present, while the other half was lying with him on the couch she was sitting on. Half of her was rigid and uncomfortable, while the other half melted into his chest. She could hear whispering, “just one more minute,” repeated without rest, until she realized it was not him that was saying it, but her. Just on more minute in his arms. Just one more minute of that life. Just one more minute of that happiness. Just one more minute. Then, she let that memory drift from her on the breeze, along with all the others. She was no longer in the past. He was no longer in love with her, but someone else. She looked at him, and smiled.

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[.Lost Soul.]

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