He Left Me Alone

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“Being here makes me mad,” he said, after we sat there not talking for about half an hour. “Let’s go somewhere.”

“That’s just what I need.”

There was only one place to be in this situation. We went to the park. Our park. But he didn’t take out the basket ball from his backpack this time. And I didn’t take the sketch book, either. We didn’t take the bench, too. We just sat there on the grass.

The park knew what we wanted. There were many people talking and walking. Children were running. Birds were singing. Leaves were falling from the trees.

“What do you like the most about this park?” he asked.

“I like the crowd. How about you?”

“Nothing specifically. I like the basket ball field, of course,” he turned to me. “But I like it in here because you do.”

And how a sentence could bring my mood to the cloud nine.