We had a great day. The best day we've had in a long time. I felt as if we just started dating again. I fell in love with you all over again.
You came over to my house around 10 am. We spent the morning watching cartoons and making out – mostly making out basically. We talked about our future as if we had a clue.
We just laid there on the bed cuddling – your arms around me with your head resting on top of mine – watching the Christmas special of SpongeBob and once and a while you'd kiss my cheek and neck. It tickled.
Lunch time came around and we decided to go walk to get lame sushi and Jamba Juice. All of the little kids we passed by would say ew because you had your arm around me while we walked and kissed me when there was a silence between us.
Once we got our food, we sat at Panda Express even though we didn't buy anything there. All of the employees looked at us with disgust. Oh well.
We then walked home, again with you kissing me and your arm around me.
I taught you how to play twinkle twinkle and that stupid song everybody knows on the piano. You sucked, but it was fun to teach you something new. You promised me you were going to teach me how to play the drums next.
Then we went back to making out again.
You left my house and I was having post date feelings. It was not good what so ever. I missed you too much.
You texted me right away after you left, but I told you I was going to take a nap because I was tired. You told me you loved me and I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I right away called you on Skype.
Me: Hi!
You: I miss you already.
Me: I miss you too.
You: These past three years have been the best I've had ever. You are my everything. We should move in together after we graduate.
I was surprised. We talk about our future all the time, but we never made a solid plan. You weren't the type to make a plan, just dream of it.
Me: Really?
You: I love you so much to not. You are the absolute love of my life and I cannot live a day without you.
Me: I love you so much too. Ugh. I just want to kiss you right now.
You: You should just come over so you can kiss me.
Me: I wish. I will see you tomorrow though, so I'll give you a kiss then.
I woke up to my phone ringing. It was all just a dream. I look over at my phone to see it was your mom.
"Hello?" I answered.
I rushed out of my house and drove to you. I was covered in tears. I finally got to you and saw you laying there. It was too late to say goodbye. You were gone.
"It was a car accident," the doctor tells me.
I fall onto my knees holding your hand. I scream and cry.
All of our memories quickly played in my head as if it was put together in a huge slideshow.
I got up and laid right next to you. Holding you like I did earlier that day.
"You can't be gone," I whisper in your ear as if you could hear me, "You can't fucking leave me. I'm fucking in love with you. You can't leave me."
All I heard was the machine straight lining.
The last thing you ever said to me was I love you, and I didn't even say it back.
Our plans, our lives together, our everything, was just in my imagination.
