Without a Doubt

I Love You

A few hours passed before either of the two said a word. It was quiet. It seemed as if she was trying to process what I said. At about six or seven I decided it was about time for me to leave. I felt denied and lonely. But as I stood, she murmured something.
"Yes" she said. "Yes. I'll go out with you."
I fell to my knees and cried. I was so happy. I literally couldn't do anything but cry and collapse. I felt so happy that the second I stood up I hugged her so tight. She was my everything, and now she is even more.

...

     It was hard. The next few days that is. Her parents wouldn't let her check out until they were absolutely sure she was okay. It was like I had a taste of what it's like to actually live and then was told that I have to wait before I could have it. I was a kid in a candy shop without any money. My life became hell.
     I didn't know when she was going to get out, but every day at school, I scoured the halls for that streak of pink in her hair. Nothing. Not for a while at least. I was lost, scared, worried, but mostly, helpless. A few more days passed with no luck. It was now Monday with no word from her. I became even more scared, but then I saw it. A flash of fluorescent pink. I cried again. It seemed like I had just met God. As if I had met the perfect person.
"Erik?! Is that you?!" I heard her voice say as she walked up to me. I couldn't think straight. Everything was a blur through my tears. Next thing I knew she was holding me in her arms. Tightly. As if I was a teddy bear at night to a little child who was afraid of the dark.
     "Yeah! I missed you so much. Where have you been?!" I asked, trying to not completely have a breakdown.
     "The hospital. I told you. They wouldn't let me out until they were sure." She replied, still buried deep in my arms. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you more. I looked every day for that pink strip of hair." I replied, brushing my hand through her hair, lifting the pink strip. "I'm glad you're back now."
"Yeah. About that." Worriedly replying. "My parents... They don't really like you... They think I should stop seeing you..."
"But we never really even started seeing each other." I tried to speak and when I did tears came out with it. "Babe! I love you! Please. You can't do this!"
"I won't. I love you. I'm sorry. I just had to tell you."

...

Lunch couldn't come soon enough. The day was long. Painful. Dreadful. What she said earlier had made me think. I wasn't being anything but a hindrance to her. I should've left her life a long time ago. When I could finally say something, all that I could let out was "I'm sorry."
"For what?" She replied, heavily and as if she already knew.
I nodded and she looked down towards her feet.
"It's okay. My parents thoughts aren't mine." She replied quickly, then smiled heavily. "They don't really like me either, so you're good!" She giggled happily.
I smiled and hugged her happily, knowing now that she would never leave me.
"No PTA on campus!"  A teacher screamed at us, and my mind began to race.
     Fuck. No. I screwed up. I should just go. Everything is stupid.
    "Babe? It's okay. I don't care what my parents think. I want to be with you. Please."
"Okay. But please... Don't leave me. I love you."