"You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them."
― John Green
It's been three weeks since I've left town. I currently reside in a smaller town then our very own Winter Crest. It's out of state, all the way out in Indiana. Though it's nice to be in a place where I know no one, the small population makes for lots of questions.
They ask me where I'm from and why I left. I stick with the story of just wanting to travel and just resting for a few days. I think I might decide to settle in a city, somewhere I can just blend in. The nearest city is Bloomington. That's where I'll go from here.
I find myself not wanting to stray too far from home. It would only be a six hour drive from there back to home. In the moments I have to think -which is quite often when you're by yourself- my mind wanders to you.
I don't think I regret giving myself to you. That night we spent together was a good one, a time for two lonely people to not be so alone anymore.
But I'm ready to put it behind me and start anew.
That's why I don't answer your calls. I see your name flashing and am always tempted to answer, if only to hear your voice. But my will is strong and I never accept the call.
My mother has called once to say good riddance and ask where to ship the rest of my things. I told her I'll let her know when I have a place. She didn't seem to mind me leaving. I haven't heard from my dearest sister Willa. She's probably off frolicking with Kaleb somewhere.
It turns out that you are the only thing I miss. And the only regret I have is not telling you goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Almost
Short Story. I thought about all the times I almost kissed you. All the times I almost told you. ...
