Good Intentions| Editing

Twenty Five

I was happy.

Harry made me happy. Even though I had to keep telling myself that he wouldn't hurt me, that he wouldn't leave, I was happy. Deep down, I still had doubts about him. Who wouldn't? Even with his promises of his love, I didn't fully trust him. Which is bad on my part.

January had past in a frenzy. I was occupied with work, Harry, and my new confessed feelings that I barely had time to breath. Anne had called me two days before the first of February. I was busy on a birthday present hunt for Harry, and I didn't know what to get him. What do you give a man that  has everything?

"Hey dear, I was just calling about Harry." Anne says in her motherly voice. 

"Hi. What's up?" I ask standing in the men's department of Target. Clueless, I walked around the clothes like a lost puppy.

"Well I was thinking of flying in for Harry's birthday in a couple days," Anne says letting out a big sigh.

"That's great. Actually, I'm looking for a present for him right now. But I don't know what he would like. I'm stuck." I whimper out the last sentence and Anne does her little mamma's laugh.

"Well, he likes books. You could get him one of those. And he's a big fan of the Packers. Maybe a jersey? I got him a new ring. And I think Gemma got him one of those fancy cuff links and a headband. His hair is getting long." she points out. I groan at my troubles. "Maybe a concert?" Too expensive. "What about a handwritten note?" Not my thing. "Clothes?" Boring.

"None of those options hit me. I'll probably just end up giving him a card. Better than nothing." Tears brim to my eyes. I was so frustrated and tired. I was losing sleep for some reason. Many nights in a row, I would wake up with this nagging feeling. Work was driving me bonkers, and Harry was hanging on me all the damn time ever since I said I love him. The rest of the month, I was being snippy with him. Every little thing that he did was bothering the piss out of me. Being a bad girlfriend was not my forte, but it was happening anyways.

"Hey now. Calm down. He likes photography. You could get him one of those fancy Polaroid cameras. That'd be neat. And Harry doesn't care what you get him. Because in the end, it came from someone he loves."

She was right. And I hated when I was in the wrong. "You're right. A camera would be neat. Thanks." I sniffle. I was such a spaz; crying in the middle of Target with middle aged men staring at me. How embarrassing.

"Now, I was planning on coming down for his birthday, but Robin is a bit sick so I want to stay with him." I could hear the sadness in her voice. She wanted to be there for his son, but her love needed her.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wish him well."

"I'll pass it along to him. But instead of me coming, Gemma is. And I know how much Harry would love to see his sister. She wanted to come too. It's not everyday that her brother turns twenty-six."

"Okay, great. When is she flying in?"

"Tomorrow. Don't tell Harry, she wants it to be a surprise. So I was wondering if you could possibly pick her up from the airport?"

"No problem. It's Saturday so I would be happy to." A smile was forming on my face at the thought of Gemma. She was like a sister to me. We really bonded over Christmas.

"Great! Oh, Harry will be so happy. I've got to go. Robin is calling me." She says then quickly hangs up the phone.

I leave Target, and head to Best Buy. While there, the salesmen all barrage me with questions about the brand, make, and what type of lens I want. I shove them off, and grab the cheapest camera closest to me. It looked nice. Had a case and was blue.