𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐍, guy germaine (✓)

09. the end.

september 30th, 2009

dear guy,

today, i found your address. i went to the st. paul library and pored over the phone book, searching for your name. and then i found it. you weren't living too far from where you were before.
i got into my car and sped over there, excitement and longing coursing through my veins. i was so elated to see you again.
i imagined what you would say when you opened up the door and saw my face. i wondered if you would throw your arms around me immediately to make up for the lost years, or if you would stare at me a moment, recognition void in your face.
when i pulled up in front of your home, i looked at it for a moment. this was the last time i could think about this moment and how it would end up. it was real now.
as i walked up the concrete steps leading up to the door, i heard a screech coming from inside the house. not a screech of horror. a screech of delight.
suddenly, a figure zipped through the window pane. it was a small child. a small, blonde girl with pigtails and hot pink denim overalls. a woman came marching down the stairs with a teddy bear in her hands and knelt down in front of the girl. she was vaguely familiar. the woman, i mean.
at first, i wondered if i had the wrong house.
then, you appeared.
you looked so different, but the light in your eyes was the same. guy, you've become so handsome, it almost made me knees buckle.
but then you kissed the woman. you said, 'give it up, connie. she's had too much sugar. let her tear up the place if she wants.'
connie moreau. that's where i'd known her from.
jealousy burned my skin. but then it was shame and embarrassment. how could i have expected you to wait for me all this time?
connie became so beautiful. that perfect hair and perfect skin and gorgeous eyes.
i went to my car. i didn't even back it away from your line of vision. even if you'd seen me, there was nothing that could happen that could disturb your perfect little paradise. not even my presence.
i stayed there, staring forward at my steering wheel for about five minutes. then, i leaned my head onto the leather and cried.
someday, guy, i'll find another to love like i loved you. but for now, i'll be looking out my window from day to night, hoping to see your face again.

- gracie.