“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.” Maybe he realized how I felt at the moment. “I left you a note on top of the corner table right next your door. I thought you saw that before you called me this morning?”
“Well, I discovered it too late. I already panicked when I woke up and you were gone.”
“I’m really sorry for not waking you up. You were really in a great sleep and I never really thought you’d feel that way.”
“It’s okay. At least, you’ve left me a note and your number.”
He smiled at me. Oh Zeus, Greek god of the skies! What a wonderful smile I see!
We were busy talking when our orders came. We started eating our dinner while we kept our conversation going.
He told me that he lives alone in his house at the Green Meadows Village. He invited me to go to his house one of these days. He’s really a great talker. I guess first impressions last.
He said he used to be a model when he was in college. He used to model perfumes for men, watches, large clothing brands, male underwear, and other big company names.
I’ve learned a lot of things about him. It was the first time I felt a connection with a guy — after what happened to me and Jazz. There it goes again. Jazz’s memories were haunting me.
I never told you how much I care for you — like the way I care for my mom and dad. The day you came into my life seemed like the day I came into this world. The first time I saw you was the moment I realized my importance in this world. I fell in love with you when that moment came, yet I was too afraid to tell you how I really feel because I don’t want to lose you — I can’t afford to take that risk. I am sorry if it took me a long time to tell you what I feel.
Now that you’re a part of me, that fear came back. I can’t afford to lose you — not ever. So, I’m going to ask you one thing. Never stay away from me and never let go of my hand — for as long as I’m here, we will stay on the same track together. And together, we will never be lost.
Babe, I know I am very poor at constructing sentences — or at telling you how I feel, but I am pretty sure of one thing. I am very much in love with you… not just yesterday, not just today — but I’m very much in love with you forever. We may not be at the right age to marry, but I’m going to marry you one day and I hope that won’t scare you. I love you. Happy anniversary.
That was the letter Jazz was supposed to give me on our anniversary. The cops found the letter in his pocket on the day we had our car accident.
…to be continued
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