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I knew this boy once. He was the boy that was so enigmatic that it was attractive. He wore the same blue and and red baseball cap every day. His shirts were button down and collared, though they were always unbuttoned - showcasing a t-shirt that he was wearing underneath. I would see him walking down the street, intense brown eyes, bright smile. He always seemed to be happy, regardless of the fact that he was always alone.
One day I finally got up enough courage to introduce myself to him. "I'm Alexis", I said meekly. "I know who you are", he said matter-of-factly. He introduced himself as Nathan. We started hanging out. He'd pick me up in his convertible and we'd drive to wherever. I remember the first night he reached over to hold my hand. I remember that I was even self-concious about that. Were my palms to sweaty? Were my hands to dry?
Sooner than later, we became a couple. He'd come to my house almost every day, regardless of the fact that I never had anything planned. We spent most of the day sitting on my couch, watching TV movies in the air conditioning. It never had to be anything more or anything less. The best memories I have with him are the ones in which I caught him looking at me, and he would smile as though he'd been staring for hours.
When I decided to move to California, I decided that it wouldn't be fair to him to wait at home in Texas for a phone call from me, to never see me. I did what I thought would be right, I broke it off. He protested, argued, even confessed that he loved me in order to try to convince me to do otherwise. No, no it wasn't fair, I thought. I moved to California a week after and I never called Nathan back.
I have no idea what made me think about all this. Sometimes I wish I could go back and change what I'd said to him, maybe now I wouldn't be as lonely on hot nights when there's no one here but me and my air conditioner. I obviously need pets.
One day I finally got up enough courage to introduce myself to him. "I'm Alexis", I said meekly. "I know who you are", he said matter-of-factly. He introduced himself as Nathan. We started hanging out. He'd pick me up in his convertible and we'd drive to wherever. I remember the first night he reached over to hold my hand. I remember that I was even self-concious about that. Were my palms to sweaty? Were my hands to dry?
Sooner than later, we became a couple. He'd come to my house almost every day, regardless of the fact that I never had anything planned. We spent most of the day sitting on my couch, watching TV movies in the air conditioning. It never had to be anything more or anything less. The best memories I have with him are the ones in which I caught him looking at me, and he would smile as though he'd been staring for hours.
When I decided to move to California, I decided that it wouldn't be fair to him to wait at home in Texas for a phone call from me, to never see me. I did what I thought would be right, I broke it off. He protested, argued, even confessed that he loved me in order to try to convince me to do otherwise. No, no it wasn't fair, I thought. I moved to California a week after and I never called Nathan back.
I have no idea what made me think about all this. Sometimes I wish I could go back and change what I'd said to him, maybe now I wouldn't be as lonely on hot nights when there's no one here but me and my air conditioner. I obviously need pets.