Letters to Nowhere

Chapter 5

Names are changed for the privacy of me and anyone else included.
I'd finish high school. Then the summer would be spent trying to run into. There was the simple way:
I walk up to your front door, knock, and look down check the address for the millionth time. I hear footsteps and my heart races. The door opens and there you are. Of course you're a lot different than I remember but it's been years so I expected as much. I'm speechless for a moment. But I've come this far and I'm not backing down. "David." I look up at you and just blink.
"Yes?" I shake my head out of the fog and turn partially away.
"Would you mind stepping outside for a minute?" I beckon you over with a hand as a look of puzzlemwnt crosses your face. Taking in a deep breath, I smile and turn towardd you again. "Madie. Smith. I don't know if you remember me or not... But I'm here and I was just wondering..." I pause and look nervously back to my car. "I shouldn't have come here. I'm sorry. It's been years. It's not fair for me to step in now." And I start walking back to my car, hoping with all my heart that you'll stop me.
Or there's the slightly more physically difficult but emotionally easier way:
I've kept very close tabs on you. Which is very stalkerish. But I need to talk to you at least one last time. And so here I am for the second morning in a row at your favorite place(input cafe, gas station, restaurant, etc. here) waiting for you. You should be here in the next five minutes. And I'll have to figure out how to run into you then. I see your car pull up. And you step out. Watching you as you walk in brings a weak smile to my face. As you ealk up to the counter I get up from my seat and start to walk over. Quickly, I decide to look at the magazines right next to you. You turn and bump into my arm. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be in the way."
"No. Not at all. I'm the one who ran into you." I extend a hand for a shake.
"Hi. Madie Smith. I feel like I've met you before. But that can't be possible. I'm just in town for a few days."
"Where are you from?"
And so we talk.
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"Madie. Would you please read paragraph six aloud for the class?"
"Of course Mr. Baker." I've got to stop daydreaming in class. But I always have too many other things to think about besides a dumb high school class. And my grades aren't bad. I've made honor roll all year.
But daydreaming hurts anyways. I can't help but think of the bad stuff as well as the good stuff.
Yet, when I got home today, I was in for another surprise. 10 1/2 months after I lost you. There are 4 new messages from you. From six days ago. But I got to them as soon as possible. And now I'm just waiting for a response from you.
I don't know whether I should be happy that you're back or scared to death that there's the possibility I am loosing you forever.
I love you and I'm still not ready to give you up if that's what it comes to. I need you to explain. And I can only hope to God that this turns out okay for my heart's sake.