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Authors: N.L. Echeverria
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This is my chance to apologize.
He grabs my hand and I almost pull away from his all too familiar touch in fear, but then I relax. This is Eric; the one person who never hurt me. We walk down the sidewalk passing many people and I’m nervous that someone who knows me might see me holding this strangers hand, but I still don’t let go. I haven’t seen this man in ten years and it’s odd how easily he grabs my hand as if no time ever passed. Every few steps I peer up at him, his blonde hair is longer than it used to be and his skin has a hint of caramel color to it, giving him that beach ready look. He looks down at me flashing me his sterling white grin and his eyes glisten in the sun light. He’s breath taking. Instead of going to the crowded Starbucks he’s walking the other direction until we reach the end of the packed street were the market ends and a line of offices and businesses begin. We cross the street and I still can’t help, but look at him every chance I get. It’s unbelievable that he’s here right now. Holding my hand of all things! A few buildings down, he opens the door to a quaint coffee shop and the smell of brewed coffee and homemade pastries fills my senses. Still holding my hand, almost like he doesn’t want to let go, he walks me up to the counter.
“How can I help you two today?” the young woman chimes ready to take our order.
“What would you like , Steph? I haven’t seen you for so long I have no idea how you like your coffee.”
“Black for me is fine.”
“I’ll take black too.”
The woman busies herself behind the counter grabbing two coffee cups and pouring in the dark liquid.
“That’ll be three dollars.”
Eric releases my hand, but the tingling feeling of his fingers wrapped with mine remains. How strange that he looks at me and touches me as if he’s known me all along. Eric pulls the money from his wallet and hands it to the woman before grabbing both cups of coffee and walking to an empty table in the corner of the shop. The shop is almost empty with only two other individuals in it; one man typing furiously on his laptop and a woman sipping her coffee, listening to something on her phone. The front of the shop has huge windows, letting in incredible light and the sun reaches our table warming my bare shoulders as we sit down. I feel that I might be smiling like a fool since I’m still in shock that I’m actually here with Eric.
“You have no idea how happy I am that I ran into you , Stephanie. The last I heard you moved to live with your Aunt Elizabeth. I tried so many times contacting you and trying to find out how I could get ahold of your aunt, but never had any luck. Why didn’t you ever call me?”
I guess I should have expected this. I know he wants an explanation , but I’m not sure how to give him one. How do I tell this man that is now a stranger to me that I was dying inside? It took me years to move on from our love and I didn’t call or contact him so that he could live his life without all my bullshit corrupting it. He was too good for me, still is. I grab my cup of coffee taking a sip before giving him an answer.
“You know me Eric, or should I say you knew me. Do you remember what it was like the last day we spent together?” I question, the pain catching in my throat as I think back to the events that played out.
“Yeah, I remember, which was why I needed to find you. I wanted to help you, Stephanie. I loved you. I still love you.”
As the words come out of his mouth my heart begins to pound in my chest and tears prickle my eyes. How can he love me? I want to scream that he’s an idiot for wasting his time, but I decide against getting too emotional in a public place.
“That was my life Eric! How could I drag you down with me? My father kicked me out that day. Shipped me to my aunts and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin your life too. So I decided to leave you be. Let you have a good future,
He grabs my hand and I almost pull away from his all too familiar touch in fear, but then I relax. This is Eric; the one person who never hurt me. We walk down the sidewalk passing many people and I’m nervous that someone who knows me might see me holding this strangers hand, but I still don’t let go. I haven’t seen this man in ten years and it’s odd how easily he grabs my hand as if no time ever passed. Every few steps I peer up at him, his blonde hair is longer than it used to be and his skin has a hint of caramel color to it, giving him that beach ready look. He looks down at me flashing me his sterling white grin and his eyes glisten in the sun light. He’s breath taking. Instead of going to the crowded Starbucks he’s walking the other direction until we reach the end of the packed street were the market ends and a line of offices and businesses begin. We cross the street and I still can’t help, but look at him every chance I get. It’s unbelievable that he’s here right now. Holding my hand of all things! A few buildings down, he opens the door to a quaint coffee shop and the smell of brewed coffee and homemade pastries fills my senses. Still holding my hand, almost like he doesn’t want to let go, he walks me up to the counter.
“How can I help you two today?” the young woman chimes ready to take our order.
“What would you like , Steph? I haven’t seen you for so long I have no idea how you like your coffee.”
“Black for me is fine.”
“I’ll take black too.”
The woman busies herself behind the counter grabbing two coffee cups and pouring in the dark liquid.
“That’ll be three dollars.”
Eric releases my hand, but the tingling feeling of his fingers wrapped with mine remains. How strange that he looks at me and touches me as if he’s known me all along. Eric pulls the money from his wallet and hands it to the woman before grabbing both cups of coffee and walking to an empty table in the corner of the shop. The shop is almost empty with only two other individuals in it; one man typing furiously on his laptop and a woman sipping her coffee, listening to something on her phone. The front of the shop has huge windows, letting in incredible light and the sun reaches our table warming my bare shoulders as we sit down. I feel that I might be smiling like a fool since I’m still in shock that I’m actually here with Eric.
“You have no idea how happy I am that I ran into you , Stephanie. The last I heard you moved to live with your Aunt Elizabeth. I tried so many times contacting you and trying to find out how I could get ahold of your aunt, but never had any luck. Why didn’t you ever call me?”
I guess I should have expected this. I know he wants an explanation , but I’m not sure how to give him one. How do I tell this man that is now a stranger to me that I was dying inside? It took me years to move on from our love and I didn’t call or contact him so that he could live his life without all my bullshit corrupting it. He was too good for me, still is. I grab my cup of coffee taking a sip before giving him an answer.
“You know me Eric, or should I say you knew me. Do you remember what it was like the last day we spent together?” I question, the pain catching in my throat as I think back to the events that played out.
“Yeah, I remember, which was why I needed to find you. I wanted to help you, Stephanie. I loved you. I still love you.”
As the words come out of his mouth my heart begins to pound in my chest and tears prickle my eyes. How can he love me? I want to scream that he’s an idiot for wasting his time, but I decide against getting too emotional in a public place.
“That was my life Eric! How could I drag you down with me? My father kicked me out that day. Shipped me to my aunts and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin your life too. So I decided to leave you be. Let you have a good future,
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