When it was time for you to leave, we would stand on the sidewalk by your car and say goodbye for an hour, two hours, longer. We would just hold each other. I think I held you tighter, to keep you from leaving. Maybe you held me tighter, to keep yourself from leaving. Eventually the leaving came. I don’t remember much of the times you weren’t there.
Once you came to see me on my birthday. I was eighteen when we kissed. To hell with all my resolutions, they seemed so silly now. We knew our future was together.
Kisses like that last forever. This is touching, Charlie.
Thanks, Melodi. =) I always think of it with fondness.
Charlie, this is such a sweet story. I loved it!
=D Thanks.