Paul Newman and A Way Back Home

Chapter 22

It took a while to finally get used to the fact that the Greasers were in Sammy's living room. The past few days─although they seemed like months─were simply a huge, emotional roller coaster ride. Fortunately enough, I was able to regain my happiness and smile for once. Two-Bit's blue eyes looked into mine, and it reminded me of the sea on a calm, sunny day. That was how he made me feel, and I prayed that something else wouldn't happen. Time was messed up for sure, but our relationship wasn't, I guess. It required no words to understand the confusion and hope in the air.

"You don't know how much I missed ya, doll," Two whispered.

Although I was really comfortable talking to him, I was stuck. I had no idea how to respond.

Hey, stupid, you don't even need to talk to him. Just kiss him already!

I pecked him on the cheek, and we shared a moment of, of, just something indescribable. We both understood, without question, that we really missed each other.
I loved him. Everything about him was just flawless. Or, rather, his flaws weren't noticeable to me.

That day made me realize a whole lot. I woke up, feeling like I lost everything I had, and now, I was sitting next to my love. It was right then and there that I knew that life was meant to be this way. Things had to come and go, but the memory of meeting the Greasers and falling in love with them would never, ever fade. I didn't want that to happen. I sure was lucky as heck to be in the same room with the same people I had been with for the past few days (that really seemed like weeks). Love was a whole new concept to me; you could say I was just a teenager who didn't know that love was putting your needs in front of someone else's. But I continued to mull all of this over. I had to stop thinking that my life was a storybook and it couldn't be my way all the time. I let go of the fact that I had to face reality. But for now, I was just going to treasure the moment. I was going to accept the past and the present, and get a move on with the future. It was time to see what would lay ahead.

Sometimes there just has to be a happy-ever-after, and I just need to stay gold.