Part 13; The Last Dinner

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When I was finished getting ready, I went over to his apartment. I walked in and saw a shirtless Andrew walking around his apartment.

"Should I come back?" I asked, blushing a little.

He laughed and said, "Sorry, and no it's cool, I'll be ready in 10."

I sat down on the couch and put the music channel on. I was flipping through and that Leaving California song was on. It just wants to haunt me, donesn't it? I asked my self. I actually listened to the song, it was a good song, just terruble timing for it to come out. 

Andrew walked back into the living room, all dressed nicely.

"All set." He said.

"Great! So where are we going? Or is that a surprise too?"

He laughed again and said, "No, you get to pick. What are you in the mood for?"

I had no idea, but I just said, "What about Chinese?"

"Sounds good to me." He said as we walked out the door. I couldn't believe this this would be out last night out together, so I was trying to make the most of it.

We sat down and ordered out drinks. When the waitress came back, I said, "So, what time do you leave tomorrow?"

"Around 9, my plane leaves at 10:30."

I nodded, still holding back some tears. I was still deeply saddened. But, 1 year is better than two, right?

I watched as my ring glistened in the lights of the restaurant. Maybe some day, this would be a wedding ring.

We ordered our food and just had small talk. I was trying to make the most out of it, but I couldn't due to the fact he wouldn't be back until June next  year.

When we were finished, we went back to his place and watched another movie.

While we were sitting there, I was thinking about all of the holidays we were going to miss together. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Halloween, New Years, Valentines Day, St. Patricks Day, all of those.

"Will you visit during the holidays?" I asked.

He turned to me and said, "Of course! I'll be around for Christmas and New Years."

I was happy he could come for those, but all the other small and stupid ones meant a lot. Maybe I would buy a plane ticket and visit him on Valentines day. Maybe.

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