"You know i'll always love you and remember you right?"
"I know Steve, and you know i'll always think of you."
"I know, it's just hard to believe it. Will we text each other? Or can I call you?"
She sighed and said: "I don't think that's a good idea. If we just pretend nothing happened, maybe we can forget about everything easier. I'm sorry Steve. This was the best month of my life. But we live so far away from each other. And my parents don't have the money to get me to the other side of the country. America is big. I'm sorry. I need to go. I'll try to forget you, but I think i'll always remember you, us, this vacation. Bye Steve." She gives me a kiss on my cheek and looks at me. I see a tear falling on her cheek and I have this big lump in my throat. I wipe her tear away and say:
"Alice, I-I-I'll always l-l-love you. Please remember that."
"I will. I need to go. I'm so sorry. Bye Steve."
The silence that fell was so awkward, I looked to the ground just like she did. I have this weird theory about soulmates like I once read in a book about greek philosophers. That human were born with two heads, four legs, four arms but one heart. And that people need to spend their life's searching for their other half.
And now when I found her, my soulmate, my other half, she's leaving. And I'll never see her again.
When I realized that, I started sobbing.
"Please. Give me your number. I want to call you. Even when it's for one time. I can't live without you!"
"Okay, once. Only once ok? And I know you can live without me. God made another one of me, to love you even better than I ever did. You'll find her. I know. Goodbye Steve."
I just stood there, watching her pack her bags,looking at me one more time and leave.
I fell down on my knees. Crying. Saying her name,
Alice.
A/N --
Hey guys, I know i'm just a girl who copies everybody. I know that and i'm sorry. I just get inspired by people who can write amazing and I know I can't write and I don't do it very often, but I kinda like it. And if I copied you and you don't like that please just tell me okay? If you don't say anything I'll never know.
And tell me that when I know i'm coping ideas, I can stop doing that. Tell me anything. I know I'll never listen and i'm sorry not sorry.I'm also Dutch, and my English isn't that good but I want to learn. So if I have any grammar mistakes, tell me! I would appreciate that.
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Calista😊
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Summer love
RomanceSteve has a 'perfect' life. Well, everybody would tell him. A beautiful girlfriend, money, work, his family, everything. But he misses something. Her.