All Of Me

Chapter 15: The Best of Times Or the Worst

Two months later. . .

I never stopped thinking about my time with Sal and it didn't make it any easier that we exchanged texts. The more I spoke to him, the more that I missed him. Video chatting helped but it still wasn't the same. I wanted to be in his arms but I went on with my everyday life, knowing that I couldn't be in his arms, but one day after a long day of work I had received a knock on my new apartment door. After the trip to Dallas, my dad decided that it was time to live my own life so now here I was living my own life. I opened the door expecting it to be my dad but it was Sal.

"Sal," I said, surprise evident in my voice.

"Hey, Sandy," Sal greeted with that cute little grin of his.

"Sal, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I came to enjoy the bipolar weather that is Texas," Sal replied. "No, I came to see my favorite girl."

My heart leap with joy when he called me that and I smiled. I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug and let him in.

"Great place you have here," he said looking around my apartment.

"It's a bit small," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Perfect for you then," Sal replied with a grin.

"Hey, are you making fun of my height?" I asked, mock glaring at him.

"Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?" Sal asked.

"Maybe this," I replied with a wicked grin.

I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me closrr, and deepened the kiss. I smiled against his lips. I had missed this. We broke apart, breathing heavily.

"Revenge really is sweet," he said and I laughed against his chest.

"Come on," I said, grabbing his hand. "Let me give you a tour of my bedroom."

"Really?" he asked with surprise. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I am," I replied, giving him a quick kiss, and then led him into my bedroom.

That night was the best night of my life and the days that came after it. We never left the bedroom, except maybe to get something to eat. I wasn't afraid to admit to myself that I was in love with Sal but whether or not Sal felt the same way was something that I was afraid of. I still had my doubts and I hoped that they would go away, that Sal wouldn't give me a reason to keep doing so. When he finally had to leave I forced myself not to cry but when I got home I collapsed onto my bed and cried like a baby. The days after that were the worst.

It seemed like after sleeping with him, he started to text me less and we barely spoke via video. I became depressed and I could practically feel my self-esteem lower even further. Weeks passed and we barely spoke at all. My heart ached all the time and so did my head. There were times that I couldn't get out of bed and I had refused to do so. One day I finally returned to work and it was the worst time to do so.