Post 11: I still know its true.

By the time of the last final we had grown very close. We talked always and tried to spend as much time together between tests. It was great, some would call it magical. It was almost like my heart was suspended upon a balance cord with no safety net. Feeling both on top of the world, and in terrible danger at the same time. And I took every single day as a blessing from a god I dont believe in. It was like the climax of an epic poem. And my soul concured with that statement. So you could probably imagine my inmense disillusion when the tests were over and we were free, never has a child ever wanted school to carry on. And it didnt just hurt that I wouldnt see her again for a month, but the worst thing was that I wouldnt see her the last day. I left her be the day before thinking that I would see her again the next. But my damn algebra final got in the way of my happiness. It wouldnt be the first time math is a cruel b!tch to me. But this time she outdid herself. That very day I boarded a plane that would take me 800 miles away for ten days. It was a great time. Thats for sure. But knowing I would not see her again hurt me so much I still lack the words to describe it. But for the sake of the writing and slight comic relief, "It burns!!" will sufice. She was still there though, her sweet conscience wasnt more than a dial away. And I milked that for all it was worth. I wouldnt go the day without talking to her. And It made the vacation one of the most fun, satisfying experiences I have had since I knew that no matter where I was, she would be there. But I knew that if I didnt see her till school starts, I might go insane. An exageration, perhaps. A waste of breath, never. I had to see her. So I finally got her to go out with me, the very day after I got back. And since I asked her. Every day to my return was a count down that would have made 24 look like a gym class stop watch. The day I returned I boarded a flight at 12:00 freaking a.m., and I didnt sleep a lick. Cause every time I closed my eyes, she was there. The day was finally here. I would see her after 10 days if unholy disney characters. As I walked torwards the entrance of the mall I felt a wave crashing over me. A wave of adrenaline and endorphines. She had finally thrown my heart out of rythimn. Making it tick faster and slower at the same time. I felt dizzy so I decided to sit down. It would have hurt the moment if I had fainted infront of her. The minute I saw her I rushed to the line of the movies, and when I saw her eyes, my heart melted as if it had been submerged in napalm. We went in only to have the dude in the line tell me that the movie wouldnt start for 15 minutes. Freaking yes! So we sat down and talked. She didnt notice, as I am a master the discreet, but a slight tear passed my eye. Left eye to be exact, which I wiped by proceding to sip some cola (like a boss.) The time came so we moved to the theater to find the greatest gift a movie theater could have ever given me. A reclinable coaster, the one boundry between to people at a theater was here to be removed. As I sat to see the movie and saw her removing the recliner, I took this as a chance to look, no, to gaze at her while the theater light was still soft. And as she rose her delicate locks of brown and allowed me to see her face, I saw a sight uncomparable to any wonder, worldly or otherwise. Her eyes were now surrounded in a tear worthy autumn tint of gold that turned her gaze into a subtle ring of light. Almost reluctanctly, I made way for her to lay her head in my chest, blocking way from her beautiful crystals. And as time progressed my heart slowed to a near halt. At which point I felt her clutch my arm and let out a sight of comfort, as if it had been something she awaited. Now the movie started and I couldnt care less. Dont get me wrong, Martin Scorsese is a master of cinema. But no amount of french cafes would distract me from the best thing thats ever happened to me being almost one with me. The movie progressed and we exchanged subtle complements and honesties. Then the movie was over and I almost fainted. I wouldnt see her again for 2 more weeks. What a freaking hell! But as the movie's credits rolled and the song "Flying Heart" played in the subtle back ground. She didnt get up. What? Did something of hers fall? No, she looked at me and her beautiful gaze shined brighter than before. And as they drew me in with a force stronger than the thickest diamond, I leaned in, and so did she. It wasnt just a kiss. For the first time ever every doubt I had became clear, any taunt melted away and any insecurity disappeared. That breath I once took now repeated itself. But we were still here, and nothing more mattered. It is still, the most amazing thing thats ever happened to me, and forever I will remember it as the only moment in my life that I was truly happy. And as I said goodbye to her to the tune of one last kiss I realized that one doubt that has always haunted me. I realized that I loved her. No, wait. I love her. Ive loved her since the fourth grade. And I still do and forever will. How can I be so certain? I can't. But if I chose to believe one truth, its this one. And I still believe it as I believed it everyday since the end of the fourth grade.