"Like the Maraschino cherry that perfectly pairs with a sundae, you pair so perfectly with me." I write on the letter, my hand becoming numb with how many times that I've written...erased and written again. "Gosh darn it, why do all these girls in the cute high school romance movies make writing a love letter so easy." I pout, putting the eraser end of the pencil against my chin. "Why am I even doing this again?" - - - - - - Ophelia Taylor is her name, a shy 18-year-old girl, about to graduate out of hell- I mean high school, she's obviously looking for a purpose for her future, but did she have to fall for some stupid guy that- may I add, is like 3, maybe 4 years older than her? I don't know to be honest. Begin this story with me as you may later on also develop a crush on the man himself.

"Do you have to leave?" I say through tears. "I promise I'll be home before you know it." That's a lie. It'll feel longer than what it actually is. And it will all feel like hell. "I'll be lost and...and...alone without you, Matt" I sob even harder. "Don't say that. You'll have Aunt Kathy and Jo. Trust me when I say this: they know exactly what they're doing. They've been through plenty of these before." I nod, not trusting my voice, afraid I'll break down again. His hand comes to my cheek as he wipes a tear that's falling. His arms then indulge me in a huge hug, his familiar cologne invading my nostrils. "STARKS! We're boarding!" I flinch at the fact that its time to let him go. He kisses the top of my head, "I love you." He whispers in my ear. "I love you too." I respond weakly. "I love you most." And with a final, hard kiss, he walks away from me. Kathy holds me and lets me cry on her shoulder as Matt looks back at me, and walks into the plane. ~~~ **This is an original story by @QuackingDuck. Any other publication of this story has been stolen** ~~This story contains mature content~~