Ps. I still love you

Katrina

Today was pretty hard I couldn't stop thinking about Alex. He was the only thing on my mind. Him and fucking algebra. I hate school. There's no point, you learn 13 years of your life. To go to college for four years. To sit behind s desk for the rest. I just want to live. Be free. Travel the world. That's my plan after high school. Skip the first year of college to travel. I've already made plans that me and Alex are traveling together.

As soon as school is over. I run right to my house so I don't miss the Skype call from Alex. It's 3:05 and I walk into my house. I go to the bathroom and get ready, put some mascara on and some lip gloss. I go down stairs, grab my laptop and then run back upstairs. It's now 3:20. And I wait for him to call first. It was 3:30 and my laptop starts ringing. It's Alex! I pick up the call right away.

"Bonjour!!!" He says. "Sauté!" I say with a Kissy face. "How was your day beautiful?"
"It was amazing, but of course all I could think about was you." I say with a small smirk.
"How was yours?"
"It was just another regular Tuesday. Nothing exciting."
"But at least your not exciting day was in an amazing place."
"Very true." He said with a smirk.

We have identical conversations like this every day. Nothing new. But the feeling of talking to him is just amazing. We talked for about an hour then he had to go to bed. I hate the hour differences. It just ruins everything!! Because when I want to talk to him at like seven he's sound asleep.

I can trust him with all of my secrets. But if I'm going to be honest. I'm an open book. I'll tell you anything you want to know. But there are a couple things only me and Alex know about.
Me and Alex are like a team. It's Alex and I against the world. But I remember him telling me that, I can't make him my world. Because there will be a day when we no longer will be together. And we will never ever see each other again. So if I make him my world, and he leaves. My world would be gone.

Because Alex is French, they are very comfortable and close with everyone. French people kiss people all the time. And it's okay in there world to do that. But I will admit, I'm not okay with Alex going and kissing other people. But I know I can't control that. He lives in a different country than me.

Alex has a one sister, and she is twenty two. She moved out when she was sixteen and has been living in her own ever sense. Alex says that she comes crawling back home at least once every two months. He told me so much about her. He said I remind him or her so much. She likes the same things I do and listens to the exact same music as me. Which is weird cause I would've thought she'd listen to French music. But she listens to only American music. Alex and her were inseparable when she is at home. They're always going to concerts together and doing fun sibling stuff. And then there's me that's an only child. No brothers nor sisters.

As the clock tics to about twelve o clock. I should probably go to bed. I didn't do any of my homework. But I really couldn't care less. Honestly who cares?