There is a common saying that time is a great healer. But how? You do one thing wrong, because you are living in the moment, and it could be permanent. I'm starting to accept the mess I'm in.
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"Yeah... Uhuh. Mom, I know, alright? I'll do it when I get home. Yep.... Love you, too. Bye." I looked at Kale and he smiled and continued to play with my long brown hair.
"What'd she want?" He asked curiously.
I shrugged my shoulders. "To check the post office before I head home. And drop off my library books because they are over due."
"Well, aren't you busy, Miss Melody." I blushed and turned to him. He was a formal boy of 17, and me, an old-fashioned girl of 16. Our Birthdays are exactly 30 days apart. We've been together for a year now, and I still blush when he calls me Miss. I stared into his brown eyes and mussed his flat chocolate hair in a flow of disarray.
"I love you." He whispered in my ear. His voice sent chills through me.
"I-" He pressed his lips to mine and dragged me to my feet. His big arms wrapped around my waist, placing his hands on the small of my back.
"Love you, too," I said back. This was the first time he said this to me and it made my heart flutter like a bird trapped in a cage. Does he mean it? Sure. We do love eachother.
