21 days to move on

Epilogue

"...And the funny part was, I farted infront of a fan! Can you imagine how obnoxious that is? I am ashamed. Her face contorted and I saw how her nose crinkled as she smelled the utterly gross-y smell. My gosh, I can't stop laughing!"

I stopped talking and continued laughing. That was so hilarious! I placed my hands on top of my stomach and pressed it. I can't stop laughing! And without any doubt, I farted, again.

"Oh, I am sorry! Sorry everyone!" I started saying sorry to everyone who's around me right now. I slapped my butt and pinched its right cheek. "You better stop farting, cheeky!"

I laughed until I find it very corny. I inhaled deeply and let out a big sigh. "It's been a year, Luke."

Suddenly all the happy feelings were swept away. It was replaced by a burden feeling, longing, and hoping and many more. I closed my eyes and laid down next to Luke's grave. Everything felt right whenever I talk to Luke. It feels like I am back on my highschool days. It feels so good to remember where it all started.

"So, my day went well, I guess. Dylan came and picked my up from my office and we had lunch at Italianni's and uh.. It was still the same. He was trying to be funny and I just laughed at his jokes and... And I was still thinking of you."

I felt tears forming and I immediately wiped it away. "Dylan's such a great guy, Luke. You know that. He's been treating me right, he's such a perfect guy. But he isn't my perfect."

"I am so bipolar. A minute ago, I was laughing my ass off and now, I am crying. Maybe that's just how my life goes. Even though I had a great day, I guess I will always come back to you and cry all my problems out," I frowned. "I wish you were here, Luke. I wish you could witness how my life is right now. It's miserable."

I looked at Luke's grave and smiled, "But don't you worry, I am moving on. Crying is just part of the process. One day, you'll see me smiling because I already found him. Who knows, It might be Dylan. Just wait and you'll see." I gave him a thumbs-up and stick my tongue out, teasing him.

I was about to say something when I heard my phone rang. "Hold on,"

It was Kimpie.

"Hey, how's New York?"

I heard him squeal from the other line, ["I found this cutie in a fashion show, and I think he's checking me out!"]

I sighed. "Seriously? You just called me for that? I am at Luke's."

He muttered something, I wasn't able to hear it, ["Will Dylan pick you up?"]

I didn't answer for a second. Kimpoy's been really weird, he keeps pushing me to Dylan. Or whenever we're having a topic he would always shift it to Dylan. Dylan, Dylan, Dylan.

"I haven't texted him yet. But I think he'll pick me up."