Lost In A Memory (A Taylor Lautner Story)

Camping?

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Chapter 21- Camping?

            “I don’t … I don’t think I’m getting this,” Rob said, his voice sounding a bit angry. I’d just told him about Taylor… sparing him details, of course.

            “I don’t expect you to understand,” I countered. I regretted that the second I spoke; it was only a matter of time before he understood exactly what I was saying. Or, rather, what he thought I was saying.

            “Oh. I see.”

            “You see?” Clearly, he thought I’d meant that he was naïve; yet in all reality, I was saying the opposite. He hadn’t been through these experiences… yet I felt he understood me enough for me to be with him. That’s why he’d taken Taylor’s place. Well, for the time being, at least.

            “Yea. You think your rich ex-boyfriend is so great. And so I’m just some toy. Once he comes back, you’ll run off into the sunset and I’ll be left all alone.” Rob paused. I heard a sigh over the phone line that made me frown. He was taking this all the wrong way; as if I needed another guy upset with me. “I … care about you, Kaylen. I love you.”

            I was shocked at the words. And the worst part was that I couldn’t bring myself to say them back, at least, not in the same way. I opted for the honest approach, something I should have used from the beginning of this relationship. “I… love you too,” I paused, then added quickly, “but not in the same way. I mean, you’re like a brother to me. I can’t… I don’t know. I can’t make myself feel differently.”

            “Well, neither can I.”

            He sounded rueful. That wasn’t fair. It was a guilt trip, one that he wasn’t intentionally using, obviously, but one that I took to heart. Considering I was already racked with guilt about being with someone when my heart was somewhere else, I took it even harder. I didn’t say anything, thinking.

            Suddenly, he spoke again, this time more upbeat and cheerful.

            “You need closure."

           “What?” I was astonished. That was exactly what my mother had said. “I don’t need another therapist,” I growled.

            “What?”                 

            “Never mind. What do you mean?”

            “Come see the movie with me.”

           “What kind of closure is that?"

           “Look, you and I both know that you haven’t gotten over him,” Thank you, Captain Obvious, I thought bitterly, “and that you’ve still got that letter… and all this time, you’ve never wanted any closure."