Dear Emily

Dear Emily - The End!

Wow. Déjà vu!  This is the second date that I’ve ended up in the bathroom crying, but, this time for a totally different reason. And, there were no other people in here.Then there was a familiar knock on the stall door.  “Just leave.” I yelled over the stall door. “No. I’m not gonna leave you.” A voice said as I started to unlock the stall door. I wanted to see Cameron and hate him and I wanted to yell at him. But, when I unlocked the door I saw a face that I couldn’t yell at. It was Jake. I just threw my arms around him, put my head on his chest, and cried. I cried because he was the best thing that I could have opened the door to, my rescuer. “Why are you here?” I asked through the tears. “You left. And I couldn’t let you leave with someone I hate. And I love you.” He said. I didn’t say anything. I don’t think I could. I just cried on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and occasionally would rub me back. He had his chin on the top of my head, and then kissed it. I looked up at him. ‘I’m with the man of my dreams in the bathroom of Olive Garden.’ I thought. He looked down at me. “I love you.” I said. And I meant it. He kissed my forehead and I put my head back on his chest. After about five more minutes of my head on his chest, he asked me if I was ready to go I nodded yes, and looked up at him. He grabbed my hand and opened the door. There was a gust of wind that hit our faces as we entered the main part of the restaurant. I closed my eyes and clung to Jakes arm. I looked over at the table Cameron and I had been sitting at. Cameron was gone, just as I had suspected. “I told him to leave.” He said as if he had read my mind. “Okay.” I said in a soft voice. As we got to the door of Olive garden I looked up at him. Then we walked out….. into the world…… together.

I sat next to him with my head on his chest on a porch swing with his arm around my waist. I looked up to see his face. The sky was blue and cloudless. I cuddled up next to him. He had on my favorite cologne. It was our eight month anniversary, April 12th. It just so happened to fall on my birthday. “I love you” I whispered into his ear. He kissed me on my cheek and I blushed.  He had done that just about every day for eight months and he still made me blush every time. He chuckled at my blushing. I smiled. As he laughed I could feel his breath on my cheek. Being with him was so easy. I looked over at him and he was looking off into the distance, probably spaced out. I hit him. “Dang, girls got an arm!” he said jokingly. He looked into my eyes, grabbed my face and kissed me, more than he had ever kissed me. “I love you.” He said as he let go of me. I looked into his eyes, and laid my head back on his chest. “Happy birthday to you!” His mom came singing out the screen door. She held a huge red velvet cupcake with a pretty pink candle on a plate in her hands. Jake started to chime in. I giggled. He was a crappy singer. “Aw. Thanks mom!” I said at the end of the song. She had been like my mom since I was a baby, so I called her “Mom”. “Make a wish” they said at the same time. “I cant…” I said. They stared at me. “I have everything I need”