I waited for her to show up by our bench for a whole week but she never did. I was so worried of something happening to her. I mean she was crying the last time I saw her but I thought she said she's looking forward to the next time she'll see me. But I can't wait for her no more. I need her presence and her smile lighting up the dark corners of my mind. I need to feel her hair in my hand, pulling her closer to my chest as I hug her.
I walked over to her house and rang the doorbell. Nobody answered so I knocked on the big blue door. I didn't mind seeing her family; I just needed to hear that she's okay. The bench on their front yard was covered with white roses. They were the same colour as the windows I looked through before I came to her door. Nobody answered once again. I got so nervous I could probably break the entire door just by kicking in it. I've done it before. But I didn't want to do that in case her family is away and coming back soon.
I left her a note in the mailbox, saying:
Hi,
I'm really worried about you. Please call me as soon as you get this. I wrote my phone number in my favourite book so you'd get the chance to call me when you read it, but I can't wait no more. I hope this love isn't just one sided. But if so, call me anyway. I just need to know you're okay.
Love, Jason
I even drew a little heart on it. I'm really not the kind to do that. I always wear my black jacket and black jeans. I like dressing in all black, not to be emo, but it really speaks to me. Black is poetic. It shows that not everything can be seen in colours. I knew other colours before my ex cheated on me, but it was all black since she replaced me for another. And I wasn't able to let love into my life for a really long time. That's why I started playing around, leaving nothing but bruises on girls' hearts.
But then Lorelay walked into my life and now everything is white. I always see white when I look at her. Her mouth moves by the rhythm of positivity I need in my life. I'm not ready to go back to black yet. I don't think I'll ever be.
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