Letters to Juliet - Process of Editing

Road Trip

We layed still, neither saying a word, trying to enjoy each other presence. I looked up at him, seeing him looking straight ahead. He was thinking about something, and he was thinking about it hard. I could tell by the way he bit his lip, and the way his right eyebrow went up just a little bit. I could tell by the way his eyes were narrowed. Uh-oh.

"Juliet," he started, and I felt the nervousness set in. This can't be good. "What do you think about us getting away for awhile? Maybe go on a trip? Just the two of us." He looked me in the eyes, and I felt a huge weight literally fall off my shoulders. I smiled, and frantically nodded, hugging him while chanting.

"We're going on a road trip! We're going on a road trip!" I said, still wrapping my arms around him. I somehow ended up in his lap, staring up at him.

"I'm so glad I can do this again. Whenever I want." He leaned down to kiss me, a rather awkward kiss due to the position we were in. I sat up straight, and straddled him, still kissing him. I pulled away, and got up, leaving the room, making sure to sway my hips while I walked.

"Tease!" I heard Harry shout, while he threw a pillow at me. Or should I say tried to throw a pillow at me? He missed terribly, hitting the ceiling. 6 feet away from me. I kept walking however, ignoring his pleads. I walked to my closet, and pulled out my suitcase, packing swimsuits, shirts, shorts, and flip flops. Knowing Harry, he would take me to a beach. I ran to the bathroom, packing all of my lotions, soaps, hair ties and hair clips, and toothbrushes.

I ran back to our room, tackling Harry, feeling his muscle. I smiled to myself, knowing he had been eating. He was starting to lose his boney figure, and getting back to his muscular self. I loved him both ways, however. I crawled on his lap, straddling him, running my hands through his curls. I smiled down at him, running my hands down his chest, and ended up faking next to him. We laughed, him rolling on his side, leaning down to kiss me. I smiled into the kiss, grabbing onto his collar. I pulled him down, I nuzzled my nose against his. I loved us together, as we could be ourselves around each other. I had missed this so much.

We ended up rolling off the bed onto the floor. See? We could be ourselves.

"Welp, better start packing." He said against my lips.

"Nooo," I whined, wanting to stay like this forever. I pulled on his arms, trying to get him to stay here, however we both know I'm not strong, so I failed miserably. He went to his closet down the hall, leaving me lonely. I spotted a black journal on the desk. Thinking it was mine, I picked it up. I guess having identical black journals wasn't smart, because I was met with a bunch of poems. His poems. I read them, shedding a few tears in the process. He really was torn apart when I left.

Don't talk anymore my love

Just look at me

and you will understand

how I feel.

Look deep in my eyes

and you'll see your name,

my soul's broken mirror.

I love you more than you believe,

like you are my life,

my other half,

my subconscious guardian angel.

Look around you,

has anyone loved you more than I do?

Never cry my love

cause you'll make me bleed.

Always be happy

cause your smile is a source of life for me.

I breathe when you breathe.

I'm sorry for my feelings

I know they drown you,

they don't set you free.

It's not your fault,

I can't blame you

it's me who loves you.

Tell me your truth

and you'll never see your name in my eyes again,

cause I'll keep our past and my love

in the bottom of my heart

and I'll be gone...

I heard him coming back, so I quickly shut the book, rolling onto my side to my phone. I pretended I had been on it the whole time.

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