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Lucila Gray
I was sad. I was unbearably sad. I couldn't sleep and wouldn't eat what was happening to me? Darlene came in almost every hour to check on me. I felt numb. She would take my temperature and bring me some hot tea.
I took my tea and I spilt in the garden just below my window. She asked what hurt and I didn't tell her, truth was it was my heart. It yearned for Luke and I couldn't withstand the thought of not being with him for so long. We had one beautiful night together and I can feel his arms around me still as I snuggle into my pillow.
My legs found them walking down the hall into the guess room luke stayed just days before. I told Darlene to hold off on cleaning the room. She didn't question why.
I walked into it and my eyes followed to the bed just as my legs did. My hand collided with the sheets and I debated weather to lay down on them. I couldnt help sliding off my socks and sitting on the bed. I pondered with my thoughts.
Would luke be back soon?
Would he still want me?
Does he love me?
Love. That's all I've ever wanted up until my mother's death. I cherished the love my parents had for one another. The films my mother and I would watch together about love, I wanted that.
My head fell flat onto the pillow and my legs followed up. The pillow case still smelled like him. I placed my hands up under my cheek. That's when I noticed something.
A tissue paper was under the lamp on the night stand. I grabbed it.
Lucila, Beautiful, Sinful,Cherishable and lovable.
I don't think I was supposed to see that. I think it was also his first draft. I enjoy the way he seems to be just as in love with me as I am in love with him.
There was a knock on the door and then Darlene opened it up.
