The Distance Between Our Love

Noah.

October 2oth, 9:23 am
I sat up in my bedroom, the sun creeping through the blinds. Today was the day. Ver and I were leaving for our trip, the trip I asked her on a date to. I was going on a date with Vera. For 10 years I've waited for this day. Today is the day.
I got up, glancing at my phone. Through notifications, Vera's is the first I open, hers is the only one that makes my heart leap, the only one I look forward to.
'Hey, Are you up?'-11;49pm
'What time am I supposed to be ready in the morning?'-8;21am
I'm left wondering what she needed last night. How could I have helped? If only I were awake. If only I could've been there, to hold her, to comfort her, to be there for her, she was now mine to hold. She was now somebody I was allowed to kiss and touch. Somebody who enjoyed my presence. For once, it wasn't anybody else but me. It was me. My turn to be loved, not by anybody, but by Vera. Them love of my life.
' Be ready by noon, We'll see you soon.' I replied, not wanting to get too involved. She was a very introverted person. She was an introverted extrovert. She was a people person, just not when it had come to herself. She loved everybody but herself. She loved to hang out with people, and to laugh, she loved to comfort people and to be there for them, but the moment she was upset, she couldn't tell anybody. She wanted to be alone, she didn't want to worry or pull anybody too close in fear of losing them, so instead she smiles. She acts like everything is okay, when in reality she's dying inside. Most either see it, and chose they don't care enough to fix the broken, others are completely blinded by the smile, or they're convinced with the " Oh- yeah! I'm fine!" and forced smile nodding.
I hop out of bed, finding my way to my dresser, I grab a backpack from my closet, shoving clothes and weekend trip necessities into it.
I waltzed down the stairs, setting my bag on the staircase. I helped my parents, who were rushing around the house, getting ready for a trip when they had just gotten back from one two weeks ago. Chaos. My mother was rushing around, throwing food into a laundry basket, ranting on to my father about how he had forgot to the night before. My father was complaining back to her, trying to load the car and back his bag, which he had also forgotten to do the night before. They were happily married, but they were arguing. All healthy relationships need an outburst sometimes. It cleared the rage they had built up for another.
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10;56 am
We were finally ready to leave. I grabbed my bag from the stairs and made my way to the car. Sitting in the car I placed my bag on the floor, I assumed It would give Vera and I more room to lay back. It was a 2 hour drive, I'm sure we'd sleep to avoid couples-talk with my parents.
We stopped at Vera's house to grab her, I ran up to the door, knocking as I usually did.
Vera came running down the stairs, her bag over her shoulder, ready. She greeted me with a hug, then scrambled to the car.
Awkward silence. This car was awkwardly silent. Vera found it funny, she bursted with laughter. Her laugh made me smile. I loved it. I loved her.
I grabbed a pillow which was sticking out from the back of the vehicle, I laid my head on it, leaning against the window. Vera climbed over, laying on top of me. There the thought was again. I love her. All of her. I love the way she thinks, the way she smiles, her laugh, I love her eyes, her golden blonde hair. I love her heart, the way she dresses. I love how careless, yet caring she is. I love her.