"It's possible," he was thinking of how he had loved her, even though they hadn't talked in two years, "well, here, take my number. Text me sometime.
"Ok I will! I miss you."
'I miss you,' is what he wanted to say but it came out more like, "I love you." She looked at him as though he was a maniac and walked away awkwardly. She didn't text him, because she thought he was crazy for still holding on to a love that was already lost.
Two weeks later, she walked in the door after a long day of school and volleyball practice. Her mom asked to talk to her.
"So, do your remember the boy you liked in 8th grade?"
"Of course mother, he was my first love."
"Well his mom came over today asking for you. It turns out the boy kept leaving the house at odd times at night to sit on there front porch and stare into the street. After about a week of doing this, he went and sat by the curve. And just when his parents were going to tell him to come inside, a drunk driver swerved and hit him. In his pocket I found this..." She pulled out the drawing of a heart that the girl had drawn at the park 2 years ago.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
