The last words he said to me were thank you. I knew I would never see him in person again. Only through screenshots on snapchat. Jerusalem...a million miles away. He hugged me and I watched him walk out the door with tears in my eyes. I feel strong hands on my shoulders and look behind me.
"He'll come back, I know he will", it's Pastor Paul, I've talked to him about my hopeless crush on Caleb.
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At home I stare out the window, at least I know we will be looking at the same sky when he's in the airplane sailing away from America, from every chance I've ever had with him. I wonder if he'll think about me, but I know better. Then my phone dings. It's a text.
"Let's make sure we keep in touch:)
-Caleb", I can hardly believe what I see. I quickly respond
"Sure thing" I type and send. Of course I'll stay in touch with him. It would be crazy not to.
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It's been a year since he moved away. We haven't really talked much, just short awkward conversations that consisted of the regular
"How are you", and "How are things over there". But nothing important. Until he told me that he would be visiting the U.S in the summer and would be staying with Pastor Paul. I felt excited and then extremely disappointed as I realized that I would be away all summer at a camp. But as if it was meant to be my Mom came into my room.
"Hi honey, your camp got cancelled due to a low number of enrollment, I'm so sorry sweetie". I look at my phone, and the message from Caleb.
"I think I'll be okay", I say smiling.
