It's Never Just Goodbye // Ed Sheeran

I Like You

Ed

You think I learned from all those times my heart was crushed? I'm a victim of that appetite, that lust. 'Cause I want that feeling, loving is that much. 

I was leaving, but it wasn't forced the way Alice's exit was. Carter and Charlotte understood, agreeing that I should go. Personally, I think they just wanted to have some type of alone time. It would make sense. It was getting tiring being the third wheel, anyway. 

It was the letter I found that pushed me across the line of deciding on whether to leave or not. I had chuckled a bit, well, until I read it. I found it hilarious that this was us. Letters. 

It was in a way, crazy. I never thought she cared when we weren't together. And I might not have believed that she had the note for sometime, but by the look of the paper, the wore out look, I knew it had to have been stuffed away for awhile. The lettering slightly faded. 

She called me the next morning, but I never mentioned the letter once. I also didn't say anything of packing my things up almost instantly and calling a taxi. I was heading home. She had three days off. I knew if I flew back that night, we'd have a day and a night left together. 

It was just a coincidence that she called me as I was waiting at the airport. 

Here I was, over twenty four hours later, at her front door. It hadn't changed much from the last time I actually was here, which was a year ago. Except the Mum's growing in the front and one car, instead of three in the driveway. None appearing to be Alice's. Maybe her mum took it out, or she sold it. 

I rang the doorbell once and knocked twice. Alice would know it's me by that. When we were younger we'd knock a certain way so we both know it was each other. Although she rarely came over to my house without me already chilling on the front porch with my guitar and notebook. 

Seconds later, her mother is opening the door. Her face grows into a wider smile as she pulls me into the house. The flowers I had behind my back, orange roses, now thrown to my front. No hiding them anymore.

 "Ed!" she exclaims. 

"Hi," I manage, throwing a smile on my face, too. "Is Alice home?" 

I follow her into the kitchen. It was repainted a casual toffee color with white trim. Nice. 

"Oh, sweetie, you just missed her." then she chuckles to herself. Since when did she laugh? When did she get so laid back? "Okay, you missed her like four hours ago." 

Huh? Four hours ago. I glance at the clock shaped as a coffee cup, which read seven. It was only four by the time she left, hours before. 

I give a nervous laugh, "Where did she go at four in the morning?" 

Her mum takes the flowers from my hands and sits me down in my chair. The chair I always sat in when I stayed for dinner or we all chatted in the kitchen. I make my self a bit more comfortable, slipping off my shoes and leaning my elbows on the table. 

As she plucks the flowers and arranges them in a vase full of water, she shakes her head and says, "She rushed over to Oscar's." 

"Oscar's? Are you sure?" I ask, unaware of the reason she could have possibly have had to go over his house. "They weren't getting along too much... Did Alice tell you anything about the trip?" 

"She didn't tell me a darn thing. Alice waved hello, then ran upstairs like she did when she got home from school when she was little. Then, she left in the night, came home once more and fell asleep." she explains. "Now, she's back at Oscar's. I'm not complaining, but why did she come home early?"