I can’t get that summer out of my mind. No matter where I go or what I do or who I meet, the memories are still there, playing like a movie in my head. My friends rag on me relentlessly about it. Especially Eddie. He doesn’t know how I could let some chick affect me like this.
He doesn’t get it. Laura isn’t just “some chick”. She was my life that summer. Man, I loved that girl.
Oh, who am I kidding? It’s not that I loved her that is the problem. It is that I still love her. And even loving her wouldn’t be such a problem if I didn’t see her everywhere I go.
I know it’s not really Laura. half the time, I think I must be hallucinating or something. I turn my head, and I can see her face–those blue-green eyes staring at me, her brown hair blwoing in the wind. Sometimes I can hear her laugh. Oh, but I miss that sound. I miss making her laugh, seeing her smile. I even miss hearing her snore. She has such a cute snore. Very loud, but cute. It’s all part of who she is.
I just miss HER.
Pathetic, right? It’s been 10 years, more or less. And she walked out on me. Yeah, OK, so I got way too upset about a little thing. I just needed a little time away, some space to clear my head. When I came home that night, she was gone. And all of her stuff was gone. It was like all traces of her had been erased from our home. The only thing she left was a laoptop, one picture of the two of us, and her house key.
Knowing she was gone for good was like a dagger in my heart. Actually, I think I would have preferred the dagger.
The pain would have been over faster.
