The Time Capsule (Old Version)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

James

The instant I walked away from her at the airport, I regretted it. I should have tried harder, said something more, done anything to make it so that she didn’t leave. But she did, and I did. And now I’m back at my mothers house, wondering if I’ll ever be able to sell it in this economy. Because honestly, keeping my head in that makes the suffering of a broken heart hurt that much less.

Greg had called me a lot to check up on me. Almost everyday. And each time he’d once again ask if I read the letter yet; Selena’s letter. I haven’t. it’s tucked away on my coffee table, waiting for that one stormy day where I’m stuck inside and have absolutely nothing new to read except for that letter.

But as days passed I couldn’t resist it. I had to know what Selena wrote in that. So I tear it open and sit in front of the fire to read it.

Dear Future Selena,

How are you? I hope all is well. I don’t really know what to write to you. I mean, you know about your past just as much as I do. You’re currently dating James Watson, which, if all goes well you should be married to him and have kids by now. That is, after all, your dream. It wouldn’t hurt to be living in that cute little house just out of New York City. You know the one I’m talking about, where we went while visiting James’ mom.

I hate to say it, since it sound so much unlike me, but honestly there’s not much on my mind besides James. Is it too soon to call it love? I’d say so if I weren’t feeling these feelings. It’s just I can’t stop thinking about him and whenever he’s around I’m just instantly happy. I currently can’t stand how I’ve become one of those girls obsessed over a boy, but honestly, he’s just so amazing that I can’t not be obsessed with him.

Moving on…are you married yet? With kids? It doesn’t even have to be with James, I understand that that may not work out. But still, I’ve always wanted to have a family and so I hope that by the time I’m 30 I have one. Oh, and I can’t forget about being a lawyer in New York. That’s what the ultimate dream would be (With James of course). Yeah, see? I can’t exactly move on from the topic of James. That’s how much I love him.

Hope my life doesn’t suck that bad.

-Selena

 

I chuckle, reading the last few lines. It was like she was trying not to write about me but ended up writing about me anyways. Sadness covers me when I realize I’ll never get to see her again. Our little argument back at the airport was the last I’d see of Selena Lawrence.

I still can’t believe I had actually tried to propose to her. What was I thinking?! She obviously was in no position to say yes to me. And I don’t blame her. It’s all my fault. I just it wasn’t. I wish I’d never done anything so idiotic, so crazy. It would have been a lot easier on all of us if I had just left that day and said absolutely nothing about my feelings towards her.

And of course, she’s having her office down in Florida say she’s not in. That’s the only phone number I can get ahold of and it’s useless at this point. I’m almost tempted to go down there myself and do…something.

That’s just it, I don’t have any more big gesture to use. I did them all over the week and now I’m out. I can’t even propose without looking like an idiot once again. I guess I could just go down and show that I’d give up my job and life up here to be with her. Girls like that type of thing, right?

I decide to take a break from thinking about her and go chop up some wood. There was supposed to be a storm coming this way and chopping wood always helped me relax. I found myself starting to mutter random bits of hatred out about myself, and others, as the thick pieces of tree split into multiple parts.