Twenty-Two
The book store was a lot less crowded in the weeks later. Most of the time, it was just me, Dylan, and a couple of occasional old people who mostly came in to avoid the cold air of the outside.
I felt like I was spending nearly all of my time in the store now, picking up new books to read and keeping myself as far away as possible from the football field and Tina. Yet as happy as I told myself I was, I couldn't deny the feeling of emptiness that was in my chest.
Love wasn't always a physical embodiment; kissing, sex, or anything of that nature really wasn't a definition that suited one of the most powerful words in the English language. It was an unexplained feeling of warmth you got, or the way someone speaks, or the euphoria you experience when you see them.
And it wsn't always romantic. Sometimes it was a powerful force spewed out by the affection you have for a parent, a sibling, or even your best friend.
There was a hole a couldn't quite fill without her, and I didn't know if I wanted to fill it or let it stay vaccant.
