An Angel's Love

Out of Reach

Three months had passed now, and there was still no sign of Michael. I found this too be quite strange. For some reason, I thought that by making big leaps of progress in my career, there would be small bits of him coming back to me. Him slowly finding his way back to me. Maybe a letter, or even an email would do. But I received nothing.

I had to go buy a present for Grace since her birthday was coming up. I wish I were there to give it to her myself, but I guess this would be enough.

I got ready by putting on a lace baby blue crop top and high waisted black shorts. I put my hair in a ponytail, grabbed my keys and wallet and walked out.

I stopped by Forever 21 and bought her flowy printed shorts and a crochet top.

My next stop was Target to buy gift wrapping and a card. I was standing in the card aisle when I heard these two girls talking over someone on a magazine cover.

"He's so hot," the taller one said. "He's so dreamy."

"I know right," said the other. "I would so do him." The taller one nodded and they took the magazine and put it in their cart. I don't know why, but it really caught my attention. I walked over to where the magazine's were and felt my eyes widen in surprise.

Sure enough, there he was. My Michael. I couldn't believe that was really him. He was the guy those two teenagers were talking about. I had so many questions, like what they knew of him. And, more importantly, why he was on a cover of a magazine?

I focused on the print to the right of his picture. "Rising star, Michael Wright. This singer/songwriter, has a bright future, he was signed by Syco Records last week. Read more about him on page 27."

I instantly turned to the indicated page and saw another picture of him with a page full of basic information about him, stuff I already knew. In his picture, his hair looked longer. He still looked attractive, but slightly different.

I didn't know how to feel. I couldn't be mad he didn't tell me. We weren't supposed to talk, after all. But still, I couldn't help but feel left out. What else had I missed these past few months. What else hadn't he been able to tell me all this time. So much has happened, so much I didn't know.

Likewise, so much has happened to me that he didn't know. Like how I, too, was now offered a record deal. Obviously his career was doing well sooner, but I hoped mine would be up successful soon too.

I went home after I bought what I needed and the magazine. I felt tempted to call him, but then realized I couldn't. We had agreed to erase each others numbers, to avoid temptation. Surely we could ask mutual friends, but it would be a lot of work. Something I knew still took a lot of work, but might be worth it.

It had been three months, after all. I missed him so much. My body yearned his, I yearned his gentle touch. What if he were to become very famous and successful? What if many girls were already all over him? That's what I assumed, considering that's how I found out about this.

Would he find someone else? He would travel a lot, and go on tour all over the world someday. What if what we had got lost, forgotten about by the two of us. What if we both just left things here, chased our dreams and didn't have to worry of the other getting hurt.

He could find someone new, I knew that. But would he dare to let go of what we had? We had come such a far way, and I didn't want to give up now. I hope he realizes that a love like ours, one true and real, was not worth giving up.