Pete was waiting outside for me.
"Do you have everything?" Bert asked.
"All I brought was this jacket."
I was standing at the door now.
staring at him.
I pulled out my phone, "did I ever give you my number?"
Bert pulled out his phone,
scrolled through his contacts.
"No."
"Here," and I showed him my number on the screen.
He typed it in afterwards.
I looked down at my feet,
then back up at Bert.
My lips quivered.
I was not going to cry.
"Will this be the last time I'll see you?" I asked.
"I don't know." He said.
"Well, then don't forget me, because I certainly won't forget you."
"I'll never forget you."
I looked behind me,
at Pete's car behind the open door.
"I'll miss you." I told him.
"I'll miss you too."
We stood in front of each other for a bit.
It was all so quiet.
Slowly, Bert and I came closer to each other,
He put his arms on my waist,
as my hands were on his cheeks.
Our lips pressed together for the last time after that.
It was the most surreal one he gave me yet.
It almost made me want to cry
again.
But I'm strong.
I'm brave.
I'm powerful.
After we parted,
we held onto each other's hands;
fiddling with them
every so often.
"I love you." Bert told me for the last time.
I looked into his eyes,
"I love you too."
And gradually, our intertwined fingers came loose,
and I parted from him for good.
Bert watched me as I left outside the door,
and stepped into Pete's car.
"Why were you with Bert?" he asked.
I looked at Bert for the final time,
and then I looked at Pete.
Smiling,
"Man, do I have a story to tell you."
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