P.P.S. This Time It's Forever

Chapter 2

MY EYES ARE ALL PUFFY when my roommate, Maisie came stomping inside our room, frowning.

She's studying here all the way from England. She has a dark hair that curls on the tips, fair skin, green eyes, an innocent doll-like face. We're about the same height, and we share the same interests -- stay at home, read books, bake, cook. The first time I met her, we we're so glad to know that we're both a goody-goody.

I remember going into our room the first time, Maisie was inside the room wearing her pajamas, reading a book while eating a cookie. Right then and there, I knew that we were the perfect roommates. When she saw me enter the room, she came up to me and greeted me with a smile, her eyes bright.

Seeing the look on her face now, I'm guessing she and her boyfriend got into a fight. Again. When they fight, it's often about nothing serious, and so today I decided not to ask her what happened. For I know the answer anyway, and because I'm still feeling weak from all the crying.

She and her boyfriend Harry are both Sophomores here at UNC. He's tall, with a golden blonde hair, blue eyes, and he's built. Plus, he's from England too, and I think they are perfect for each other. Not to mention they have the classiest accents.

Even when they always pick on each other and end up fighting for real, they always make up before the day ends -- Maisie told me that's their rule: "Never go to bed angry." I find it cute, especially when they make up and get all cheezy. Then I miss Peter even more.

"Hey! Crying on a Saturday again? Got your weekly love letter? You lucky girl." She said grinning, I just nod and smiled in response.

"There there, Lara Jean. I'm sure Peter is also dying to see you again. Besides, there's something positive about seeing each other just once a month, because then you'll always look forward to the next time you'll get to see each other and you'll always long for each other's presence and you'll always make
the most of the time you spend together and i think that's really romantic!"

I'm always amazed at how this girl can turn every negative into a positive. Thanks to Maisie, I felt better.

"Wow, I could really use some of your optimism sometimes." I said with a laugh. "Thanks, Maise! I feel a whole lot better now. What are your plans for the break?" I asked her.

She laughed and answered "Harry and I are planning to spend the holidays  in New York. You know us, we share the same insight about school breaks."

"Don't go home or else you'll get homesick-er" We said in chorus, putting an emphasis on the "-er" and now we're both laughing, but I can't relate though. As for me, I'm always excited to go home whenever I'm on a school break. Doesn't matter if it's long or short, I always grab the chance to go back home.

I envy these two. It's like they have all the time in the world, and they could spend everyday together. I wish Peter and I could do the same. Together always. I wish.

. . . . . . . . . .

That night before going to bed, my heart still feeling heavy, I called Peter.

"Covey?"

"Hey, Every letter I get from you makes me miss you even more. It's like I'm having Saturday blues. My roommate's making fun of me for always crying on a Saturday! but don't get me wrong, I love receiving handwritten letters from you, it makes me feel all giddy on the inside knowing that you sure do know how to keep a promise" I replied.

"Aw, don't cry Lara Jean. Just one more
week till we can be together again ... for a short while, but we'll make every day worth it! I swear." Peter said, trying to sound optimistic but I can still hear the sadness in his voice.

"Also, I have already proven to you many times, and I will continue proving to you that I can keep my promises. I, Peter Kavinsky vows to keep his promises to Lara Jean Covey always and always." He adds sounding as sincere as ever, which made my heart melt.

"I cried while reading your letter earlier, and now I think I'm about to cry again. I don't think I'll ever get used to this long distance thing. It's been months, we see each other once a month, we talk on the phone every night, we're doing everything we agreed upon, but it's just still so hard without you beside me." I answered.

"Then we better go to sleep now, so the days can go by faster." Peter said, I can picture him smiling while saying that, which made me smile too.

Then there's silence. Just listening to each other breath. "We'll get through this, okay? Like we always do. I just know it. I love you, Covey! Goodnight!" Peter said, breaking the silence.

"I know so too. Hang in there. I'll see you real soon! I love you, Peter!" I replied.