Recapturing Lost Time
One year, almost one day to the post least June same shit happens. Gotta love how I fuck up all the time. I wrote a story which wasn't really written as much as it was relived in my head. I figured it'd be an appropriate addition to this wasteland of a blog. Story can also be followed on my MySpace where I am now often frequenting, but only on my own to make sure people get to see how pretty I stay. My MySpace
It's behind a cut
Chapter 1 : Unknowingly Planting the Seeds
"Um I think I'll have a strawberry lemonade, too."
"So you're copying me?" she said.
"Heh, no!" he replied with a wide grin, those around him suspicious anyway. "I wanted to try it! I've never had it!" They exchanged few words, only planning the dance just weeks away. After paying the bill, the night was still young. Three remained, including the suspicious lemonade drinker, the original lemonade drinker, and a friend without a date.
They traveled a short distance to a dimly lit gazebo. Still energetic, the three decided to dance, floodlights pouring in from outside. The theme of dancing prevalent, the original lemonade drinker knew she had a friend who might be interested in going to the dance.
"She's hot, she's a dancer, and I think she'll go, although she does have a boyfriend." From her purse she grabbed a picture of her friend.
"Damn! She is hot!" the dateless replied. Excited at the prospect of "double dating" with a friend of hers, she called her friend up, despite it being a bit late. After a small conversation on the phone, while demonstrating giddiness of having a date, especially her, there was a somewhat positive response.
"She said she'll go, but she has to figure out what she's going to wear and if she can go from her mom."
"What about her boyfriend?"
"Well, I don't think that'll really be a problem."
The late spring warmth coupled with the night still proved to be no deterrent to their social nature. Outlying the gazebo there was a bench damp with recent rain. The three decided to sit down, and to their dismay, had too become wet. They attempted to dry their seats but, to no avail, their seats remained soaked.
While they sat, they discussed school and dance and other things. They laughed at the fact that they had sat on the wet bench before realizing it was so. Among the revelry and the chatting, with great hesitation the copycat placed his arm around his date. She thought it a little awkward, but allowed it. They exchanged friendly smiles, although something a little more wore within him. The dateless followed suit and they talked for a few minutes more before realizing it was late and that the night must end.
Chapter 2 : Flashback Revisited
"Mom! Mom! This is my new girlfriend!" The sixth grader handed his mother a wallet-sized picture of a wide-smiled girl, her hair up, posed in front of a purple background. An open window in the small kitchen provided light to view the picture.
"Oh yeah?" she asked.
"Yeah! We write letters to each other because she goes to a different school."
"Ohhh... That's nice. She's very pretty."
"I know!" He hardly carried that picture with him, usually keeping it in a small box in his closet so he wouldn't damage it.
It was a warm spring day filled with the chatter of young voices. The sun shone down, the grass green, and the walls of the old school contained it all. Underneath the shade of a few trees, students had the opportunity to choose what they would like for activities. In organized pamphlets, activities like creative writing, ballroom dancing, and outdoor arts and crafts were summarized.
The little boy peered intentively at the sheet. Of course, the outdoors arts and crafts activity seemed appealing to him. He imagined running around, and being thrown into the air via a blanket, and other young, innocent aspirations. His friend wanted to join something less active. A thoughtful mind, the choice of creative writing piqued his interested. Because he didn't want to be from his friend, he reluctantly chose that activity.
Luckily, he was able to pick more than one activity. Excitedly, he thought more and more about being outdoors and was warned that the arts and crafts was filling up quickly and that he would be unable to make it. He was advised to choose another activity just in case he wouldn't be able to make it to the arts and crafts. His female friend convinced him and the rest of the gang to sign up for the ballroom dance class. Reluctantly, he signed up for it and hoped that his original intention would be able to be fulfilled. Well, he hoped until he saw her...
Chapter 4 : Vaguely Reminiscent
A coattailed tuxedo hang on his bed next to a small box filled with buttons he had never seen in his life. He had little clue of what to do with the buttons, but after fiddling a little bit, he figured out the role of the tiny fasteners. He stared at himself in a full-length mirror, his room a mess as always, but was able to navigate to get ready for the night.
"Dance, have fun, hang out, laugh, have a good time. It's the last week of school, just going to take it easy, just going to go, just going to be happy," he thought. He messed with his cumberbund a few times, thinking it looked silly, then saw a nobler, older look it. He nervously glanced at the clock, hoping he'd be ready in time. A bouquet of flowers lay on his chair, freshly retrieved from a day prior. He pulled his curtain aside wondering when his date would arrive.
He quickly snatched the fragrant assortment from the chair, swung open his door and dashed outside. On his porch, he stood, looking at her worn vehicle, wondering what she would look like. Her car door opened slowly and his mind went blank, flashing in and out to a time past...
Chapter 5 : Transcending Past, Present, and Future
"She's beautiful!" he thought. From across the spatial hall, adorned with engravings which have seen centuries of time he could not help but continue to stare at her. He tried to catch a glance as often as he could without becoming too conspicuous that he was eyeing her. He couldn't help but admire her, the only reason he had been convinced to be in this class was because of her. Like him, she was short. Her cute smile pierced his soul, despite the fact he was only 12 years old.
"I want to dance with her. I HAVE To dance with her. I have to try and find a way to dance with her," his mind raced. Over and over, all he could do was think of dancing with that girl. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, to see her up close, gracefully guide her across the floor.
"OK, we're going to choose partners now," the teacher said.
"Please, please, PLEASE find a way to be with her!"
"The shortest goes with the shortest, so you two will dance together." The friend female classmate paired the shortest together, and to his luck, he and she were the shortest.
"YES, YES, YES!" he exclaimed in his head. As the teacher taught them dance position, he noticed that he would have to hold her on her back. Nervously, he placed his hand underneath his shoulder blade, emulating the instructor as closely as possible.
They danced, and he smiled at her. He smiled at her in his face, in his heart, and in his soul. He couldn't help but be smitten by her. He was satisfied, he was happy. He didn't want this day to end, but it did.
"Oh! I want to ask her out!" He was way too shy, he couldn't ask her out himself! He wondered if he should do it through the girl that he knew. He kept silent for most of the bus ride home, but his classmates knew that there was something up. "You like her, huh?" his best friend asked.
"Yeah, I do, she's cute!" he responded. Her friend knew something was up and had to ask him.
"Do you want me to tell her?"
"Yeah..." he responded bashfully. He wanted her to know how he felt about her, but he couldn't bring it within himself to tell her personally. There was another week of class left. He wanted to wait it out and dance with her more. All he wanted to do was dance with her...
Chapter 6 : Breaking Darkness
"Hey!" she said as she stepped out and struck a small pose. "Hi?" she wondered why he didn't speak. He stood there in awe; she looked magnificent. Clutching the bouquet in his hands, countless things ran through his head and none of them seemed right.
"Hi," he barely mustered out.
"You look nice!" she added.
"Um..."
His mother pulled up shortly after his date arrived. Loud and eager, she wielded a camera ready to take pictures.
"Hey! Look at you two! You're so cute! Oh my goodness, honey, you're going to put a shirt on!" Her dress was a bit revealing with a low neckline and thin straps.
"No, I think I look fine," she snickered, not too concerned with the situation.
"Are you sure?" his mother asked.
"Yeah, I brought a sweater, but I'll put it on after we finish taking pictures."
"OK, but we'll take some with it on, too."
His mother snapped a few pictures with her camera before his date interrupted.
"My mom would like some, too. Would you mind taking some for me?"
"Oh! Of course I will!" she replied. She donned her sweater for a few pictures; her date still stood there with a blank and empty stare. Even though she was offended a little bit, they needed to make haste as their friends also needed to be picked up.
"I've got to say goodbye to my father," he said before he dashed up the stairs, quickly bounding back down with his dad.
"OK! Have fun!" his dad said before they drove away.
In a short lapse from being blank, he finally decided to use some words to compliment his date.
"You... you look good," he stammered.
"Thanks," she confusingly replied. They arrived at their friend's house, posed for a few pictures, then disappeared to the dance.
When they arrived, they quickly looked for their seats and their friends. After finally situating, socializing, and taking official photos, the night began.
"Dance," he thought. "It's the final week of school and I'm not going to see these people like I used to. I'm going to dance with everyone I wanted to dance with and have fun."
Popular music filled the decorated room as hundreds of formally dressed teens danced. He didn't expect to dance with his date. As stunning as she looked, as well as providing the tux for him, he thought them only as friends. He searched for those he promised to dance with and those who promised him. He danced and danced among numerous people, revelling in the night. More often than expected, however, he found himself dancing with his date. He did not despair, though, for she was fun, cute, and a good dancer.
Together they danced, never parting looks from each other. So entranced he became that, at times, he placed his forehead onto hers; they looked into each others' eyes and he wondered what she saw. He was having fun, but felt inclined to kiss her. The wide grin shining brightly on her face did much to encourage the notion, but never did he act.
The post dance plan was to go to his best friend's house to party. He arrived there as others had already started to continue the merriment. He went upstairs to his best friend's room and changed; his date and her friend did the same.
He mingled about his friend's house while his date talked to some people she knew there. Minutes later, they met in his friend's bedroom.
There was a small gathering of people there and on his friend's bed, he lay, beside him she sat and they all chatted. After a while, he pulled her towards him. They lay together, in uncommon physical connection which would seem to make two so entwined uncomfortable. Often her head lay on his shoulder and his chest; they became closer during the dance that this had seemed the only natural reaction.
In a short while, everyone left leaving him and his date alone. He nuzzled her as he did at the dance, still pressed to kiss her. She seemed disappointed at the fact he had not acted upon a seemingly obvious sign!
He held her close to him, gazing at her. She smiled weakly at him as if to subtly encourage him. The window was propped open, a cool summer's breeze blew over their entangled bodies. He moved his face closer to hers and, smiling to himself, pressed his lips to hers...
Chapter 7 : Casting Doubt
He glanced over the shrubbery into the beach as he slammed her car door shut.
"I used to live around here and knew someone who did, but I could never navigate this shit. This is cool," he said.
"Yeah, it's nice here," she said. Down a cracked asphalt path, they walked before coming to gravel. Trees enclosed them to the left and right as the ocean opened up in front of them. She placed his hand in his as they walked across the sand. It was warm, but temperate enough where they weren't uncomfortable.
They talked of school, old acquaintances, and times long past they once shared.
"You wrote, 'I only have eyes for you!' We were only 12 years old! I said to myself, 'Well, he's crazy!'" she said.
Well, what can I say? I was a romantic then, and I'm a bit romantic now!" he distanced himself from her playfully as he pranced along the waves gently rolling across the sand. "I have to warn you, though, don't fall in love with me. I don't know why or how, but you will get hurt. It's like I'm not from this planet. It's weird."
"Yeah, that is," she said. "Um, yeah, I think I'll be fine. If I do, I'll take that risk on my own."
"OK, but don't say I didn't warn you!" He laughed at what he had written to her long ago, not really remembering what he had written, but what he had felt. He jumped to her side, took her pace, and they walked alongside each other, continuing their reminiscing.
Chapter 8 : Challenging Hearts, Souls, and Fate
Across the damp parking lot they walked, her hand fit snuggly in his. In the distance, the gazebo where they once danced sat upon a gray background, the sky filled with dark clouds.
Bells rung as the doors of the shop opened. Fragrances overwhelmed them as they passed air fresheners designed for cars.
"I like macintosh. That's the one that's in my car now," she said.
"Mmm, it smells good," he replied.
"I think I'm running out so I might buy another one."
They walked around an aisle until they came to a stand with stuffed animals.
"Ohh, I love Siberian Huskies!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, they're awesome dogs. Those blue eyes." He picked one up and it felt like no other stuffed animal he had touched before. "Whoa! This thing's so soft! It feels great! I want one!"
"My friend gave me one a while ago, but they're the cutest one out of all of them! I want another one."
"Yeah, the rest of the dogs look funny. I'll get you one, and I want one." He looked at the tag, "Aww, this one is named 'Slush'. Um, they all are. Well, if I get one, I'll name it 'Slash'!"
"OK, but mine's still 'Slush'," she said.
"That's OK by me."
They continued shopping and began to look at cards. There were silly cards that dealt with love.
"Are you in love with me?" he asked.
"No," she replied. "But I do like you a lot." She flipped through a few more cards. "Do you love me?"
"Well, I really like you, too. We've been going out for a little and we have fun together. There's no reason to rush things."
"Yeah, I know, but we do hang out a lot."
"Is that a bad thing?" he wondered.
"No," she said. "If I fall in love with you, I'll buy you a card when I do."
"Ok, that sounds good," he said.
"I think I need that air freshener."
He pulled a $10 from his pocket, paid the cashier and they left.
A few weeks later :
"I told you I would get you a card when I was in love with you and then I fell in love with you and totally forgot about the card. So I guess it's better late than never. Love, ..."
FIN
Left.
It's behind a cut
Chapter 1 : Unknowingly Planting the Seeds
"Um I think I'll have a strawberry lemonade, too."
"So you're copying me?" she said.
"Heh, no!" he replied with a wide grin, those around him suspicious anyway. "I wanted to try it! I've never had it!" They exchanged few words, only planning the dance just weeks away. After paying the bill, the night was still young. Three remained, including the suspicious lemonade drinker, the original lemonade drinker, and a friend without a date.
They traveled a short distance to a dimly lit gazebo. Still energetic, the three decided to dance, floodlights pouring in from outside. The theme of dancing prevalent, the original lemonade drinker knew she had a friend who might be interested in going to the dance.
"She's hot, she's a dancer, and I think she'll go, although she does have a boyfriend." From her purse she grabbed a picture of her friend.
"Damn! She is hot!" the dateless replied. Excited at the prospect of "double dating" with a friend of hers, she called her friend up, despite it being a bit late. After a small conversation on the phone, while demonstrating giddiness of having a date, especially her, there was a somewhat positive response.
"She said she'll go, but she has to figure out what she's going to wear and if she can go from her mom."
"What about her boyfriend?"
"Well, I don't think that'll really be a problem."
The late spring warmth coupled with the night still proved to be no deterrent to their social nature. Outlying the gazebo there was a bench damp with recent rain. The three decided to sit down, and to their dismay, had too become wet. They attempted to dry their seats but, to no avail, their seats remained soaked.
While they sat, they discussed school and dance and other things. They laughed at the fact that they had sat on the wet bench before realizing it was so. Among the revelry and the chatting, with great hesitation the copycat placed his arm around his date. She thought it a little awkward, but allowed it. They exchanged friendly smiles, although something a little more wore within him. The dateless followed suit and they talked for a few minutes more before realizing it was late and that the night must end.
Chapter 2 : Flashback Revisited
"Mom! Mom! This is my new girlfriend!" The sixth grader handed his mother a wallet-sized picture of a wide-smiled girl, her hair up, posed in front of a purple background. An open window in the small kitchen provided light to view the picture.
"Oh yeah?" she asked.
"Yeah! We write letters to each other because she goes to a different school."
"Ohhh... That's nice. She's very pretty."
"I know!" He hardly carried that picture with him, usually keeping it in a small box in his closet so he wouldn't damage it.
It was a warm spring day filled with the chatter of young voices. The sun shone down, the grass green, and the walls of the old school contained it all. Underneath the shade of a few trees, students had the opportunity to choose what they would like for activities. In organized pamphlets, activities like creative writing, ballroom dancing, and outdoor arts and crafts were summarized.
The little boy peered intentively at the sheet. Of course, the outdoors arts and crafts activity seemed appealing to him. He imagined running around, and being thrown into the air via a blanket, and other young, innocent aspirations. His friend wanted to join something less active. A thoughtful mind, the choice of creative writing piqued his interested. Because he didn't want to be from his friend, he reluctantly chose that activity.
Luckily, he was able to pick more than one activity. Excitedly, he thought more and more about being outdoors and was warned that the arts and crafts was filling up quickly and that he would be unable to make it. He was advised to choose another activity just in case he wouldn't be able to make it to the arts and crafts. His female friend convinced him and the rest of the gang to sign up for the ballroom dance class. Reluctantly, he signed up for it and hoped that his original intention would be able to be fulfilled. Well, he hoped until he saw her...
Chapter 4 : Vaguely Reminiscent
A coattailed tuxedo hang on his bed next to a small box filled with buttons he had never seen in his life. He had little clue of what to do with the buttons, but after fiddling a little bit, he figured out the role of the tiny fasteners. He stared at himself in a full-length mirror, his room a mess as always, but was able to navigate to get ready for the night.
"Dance, have fun, hang out, laugh, have a good time. It's the last week of school, just going to take it easy, just going to go, just going to be happy," he thought. He messed with his cumberbund a few times, thinking it looked silly, then saw a nobler, older look it. He nervously glanced at the clock, hoping he'd be ready in time. A bouquet of flowers lay on his chair, freshly retrieved from a day prior. He pulled his curtain aside wondering when his date would arrive.
He quickly snatched the fragrant assortment from the chair, swung open his door and dashed outside. On his porch, he stood, looking at her worn vehicle, wondering what she would look like. Her car door opened slowly and his mind went blank, flashing in and out to a time past...
Chapter 5 : Transcending Past, Present, and Future
"She's beautiful!" he thought. From across the spatial hall, adorned with engravings which have seen centuries of time he could not help but continue to stare at her. He tried to catch a glance as often as he could without becoming too conspicuous that he was eyeing her. He couldn't help but admire her, the only reason he had been convinced to be in this class was because of her. Like him, she was short. Her cute smile pierced his soul, despite the fact he was only 12 years old.
"I want to dance with her. I HAVE To dance with her. I have to try and find a way to dance with her," his mind raced. Over and over, all he could do was think of dancing with that girl. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, to see her up close, gracefully guide her across the floor.
"OK, we're going to choose partners now," the teacher said.
"Please, please, PLEASE find a way to be with her!"
"The shortest goes with the shortest, so you two will dance together." The friend female classmate paired the shortest together, and to his luck, he and she were the shortest.
"YES, YES, YES!" he exclaimed in his head. As the teacher taught them dance position, he noticed that he would have to hold her on her back. Nervously, he placed his hand underneath his shoulder blade, emulating the instructor as closely as possible.
They danced, and he smiled at her. He smiled at her in his face, in his heart, and in his soul. He couldn't help but be smitten by her. He was satisfied, he was happy. He didn't want this day to end, but it did.
"Oh! I want to ask her out!" He was way too shy, he couldn't ask her out himself! He wondered if he should do it through the girl that he knew. He kept silent for most of the bus ride home, but his classmates knew that there was something up. "You like her, huh?" his best friend asked.
"Yeah, I do, she's cute!" he responded. Her friend knew something was up and had to ask him.
"Do you want me to tell her?"
"Yeah..." he responded bashfully. He wanted her to know how he felt about her, but he couldn't bring it within himself to tell her personally. There was another week of class left. He wanted to wait it out and dance with her more. All he wanted to do was dance with her...
Chapter 6 : Breaking Darkness
"Hey!" she said as she stepped out and struck a small pose. "Hi?" she wondered why he didn't speak. He stood there in awe; she looked magnificent. Clutching the bouquet in his hands, countless things ran through his head and none of them seemed right.
"Hi," he barely mustered out.
"You look nice!" she added.
"Um..."
His mother pulled up shortly after his date arrived. Loud and eager, she wielded a camera ready to take pictures.
"Hey! Look at you two! You're so cute! Oh my goodness, honey, you're going to put a shirt on!" Her dress was a bit revealing with a low neckline and thin straps.
"No, I think I look fine," she snickered, not too concerned with the situation.
"Are you sure?" his mother asked.
"Yeah, I brought a sweater, but I'll put it on after we finish taking pictures."
"OK, but we'll take some with it on, too."
His mother snapped a few pictures with her camera before his date interrupted.
"My mom would like some, too. Would you mind taking some for me?"
"Oh! Of course I will!" she replied. She donned her sweater for a few pictures; her date still stood there with a blank and empty stare. Even though she was offended a little bit, they needed to make haste as their friends also needed to be picked up.
"I've got to say goodbye to my father," he said before he dashed up the stairs, quickly bounding back down with his dad.
"OK! Have fun!" his dad said before they drove away.
In a short lapse from being blank, he finally decided to use some words to compliment his date.
"You... you look good," he stammered.
"Thanks," she confusingly replied. They arrived at their friend's house, posed for a few pictures, then disappeared to the dance.
When they arrived, they quickly looked for their seats and their friends. After finally situating, socializing, and taking official photos, the night began.
"Dance," he thought. "It's the final week of school and I'm not going to see these people like I used to. I'm going to dance with everyone I wanted to dance with and have fun."
Popular music filled the decorated room as hundreds of formally dressed teens danced. He didn't expect to dance with his date. As stunning as she looked, as well as providing the tux for him, he thought them only as friends. He searched for those he promised to dance with and those who promised him. He danced and danced among numerous people, revelling in the night. More often than expected, however, he found himself dancing with his date. He did not despair, though, for she was fun, cute, and a good dancer.
Together they danced, never parting looks from each other. So entranced he became that, at times, he placed his forehead onto hers; they looked into each others' eyes and he wondered what she saw. He was having fun, but felt inclined to kiss her. The wide grin shining brightly on her face did much to encourage the notion, but never did he act.
The post dance plan was to go to his best friend's house to party. He arrived there as others had already started to continue the merriment. He went upstairs to his best friend's room and changed; his date and her friend did the same.
He mingled about his friend's house while his date talked to some people she knew there. Minutes later, they met in his friend's bedroom.
There was a small gathering of people there and on his friend's bed, he lay, beside him she sat and they all chatted. After a while, he pulled her towards him. They lay together, in uncommon physical connection which would seem to make two so entwined uncomfortable. Often her head lay on his shoulder and his chest; they became closer during the dance that this had seemed the only natural reaction.
In a short while, everyone left leaving him and his date alone. He nuzzled her as he did at the dance, still pressed to kiss her. She seemed disappointed at the fact he had not acted upon a seemingly obvious sign!
He held her close to him, gazing at her. She smiled weakly at him as if to subtly encourage him. The window was propped open, a cool summer's breeze blew over their entangled bodies. He moved his face closer to hers and, smiling to himself, pressed his lips to hers...
Chapter 7 : Casting Doubt
He glanced over the shrubbery into the beach as he slammed her car door shut.
"I used to live around here and knew someone who did, but I could never navigate this shit. This is cool," he said.
"Yeah, it's nice here," she said. Down a cracked asphalt path, they walked before coming to gravel. Trees enclosed them to the left and right as the ocean opened up in front of them. She placed his hand in his as they walked across the sand. It was warm, but temperate enough where they weren't uncomfortable.
They talked of school, old acquaintances, and times long past they once shared.
"You wrote, 'I only have eyes for you!' We were only 12 years old! I said to myself, 'Well, he's crazy!'" she said.
Well, what can I say? I was a romantic then, and I'm a bit romantic now!" he distanced himself from her playfully as he pranced along the waves gently rolling across the sand. "I have to warn you, though, don't fall in love with me. I don't know why or how, but you will get hurt. It's like I'm not from this planet. It's weird."
"Yeah, that is," she said. "Um, yeah, I think I'll be fine. If I do, I'll take that risk on my own."
"OK, but don't say I didn't warn you!" He laughed at what he had written to her long ago, not really remembering what he had written, but what he had felt. He jumped to her side, took her pace, and they walked alongside each other, continuing their reminiscing.
Chapter 8 : Challenging Hearts, Souls, and Fate
Across the damp parking lot they walked, her hand fit snuggly in his. In the distance, the gazebo where they once danced sat upon a gray background, the sky filled with dark clouds.
Bells rung as the doors of the shop opened. Fragrances overwhelmed them as they passed air fresheners designed for cars.
"I like macintosh. That's the one that's in my car now," she said.
"Mmm, it smells good," he replied.
"I think I'm running out so I might buy another one."
They walked around an aisle until they came to a stand with stuffed animals.
"Ohh, I love Siberian Huskies!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, they're awesome dogs. Those blue eyes." He picked one up and it felt like no other stuffed animal he had touched before. "Whoa! This thing's so soft! It feels great! I want one!"
"My friend gave me one a while ago, but they're the cutest one out of all of them! I want another one."
"Yeah, the rest of the dogs look funny. I'll get you one, and I want one." He looked at the tag, "Aww, this one is named 'Slush'. Um, they all are. Well, if I get one, I'll name it 'Slash'!"
"OK, but mine's still 'Slush'," she said.
"That's OK by me."
They continued shopping and began to look at cards. There were silly cards that dealt with love.
"Are you in love with me?" he asked.
"No," she replied. "But I do like you a lot." She flipped through a few more cards. "Do you love me?"
"Well, I really like you, too. We've been going out for a little and we have fun together. There's no reason to rush things."
"Yeah, I know, but we do hang out a lot."
"Is that a bad thing?" he wondered.
"No," she said. "If I fall in love with you, I'll buy you a card when I do."
"Ok, that sounds good," he said.
"I think I need that air freshener."
He pulled a $10 from his pocket, paid the cashier and they left.
A few weeks later :
"I told you I would get you a card when I was in love with you and then I fell in love with you and totally forgot about the card. So I guess it's better late than never. Love, ..."
FIN
Left.