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Christmas. It was a good time,” I told her, leaving out the specifics.
“Anyone I know?” Daisy wondered.
“No, I don’t think so,” I told her and then to change the subject I asked her if she got any good gifts.
“I got one of those new iPads. I wasn’t expecting anything other than some cash in a card but my dad got a nice bonus at work,” she told me.
“Sweet!” I replied.
“Yeah. Hey, are you going to the MLK rally?” Daisy asked. There was always a rally on Martin Luther King, Jr. day but it wasn’t really about the man or civil rights. It was an excuse to protest everything from animal rights to global warming to war.
“No, probably not. Not feeling it,” I said.
“You’re probably right. The message gets lost in all the noise but I’m going anyway. I need to get back in the groove,” Daisy said, replying to words I didn’t really say out loud. Daisy went about unpacking, talking sporadically as she did. I barely heard anything she said. I’d like to say mentioning Christmas brought thoughts of Hunter to the forefront of my mind but even though I refused to acknowledge it, he was there already.
>>O<<
Another semester began, my last before I graduated. I was ready, more than ready, to be done. It wasn’t just school I wanted to get behind me. It was the memories of Hunter that seemed to permeate my room. I was sure letting him go and my reasoning for doing so were solid. He was a Marine and I was an anti-war zealot. He lived on a base over four hundred miles away. I was about to graduate and begin a new phase of my life that wasn’t going to include dating a member of the military or a long distance relationship.
That was the past and I wanted a fresh start. Besides, there was no way, in my mind, Hunter and I could ever move past the point we had reached. We had little in common except a physical attraction. That’s what I told myself anyway. There was more, much more. I had plans. I wanted to work at ending our nation’s illegal wars and force the country to change course. I wanted to do it from the inside, not as a politician but as a policy maker. That was to be my life’s work but Hunter turned that dream to a dreary gray.
When I was with him, I stopped looking outside of myself and looked inward. He made me feel good, both about myself and about life in general. It seemed so selfish to want that and it concerned me how easily I abandoned what I had held so dear before. Honestly, it scared me. Hunter hadn’t pushed me towards a new path I didn’t want to go down, he helped me discover a path I never knew was there.
Still, I resisted. He was gone and I told myself it was for the best. I hadn’t forgotten him by the time spring break rolled around but he was beginning to fade. I was both glad for it and sad. I wondered if there would ever be a day when I would no longer be haunted by Hunter’s memory but at the same time, I cherished those memories and never wanted to forget.
But fate intervened again. Daisy and I didn’t go anywhere for spring break. I had plenty of work to finish if I expected to graduate in May. Daisy agreed to cover for some other girls at the women’s center where she worked part-time. It was a quiet week, many students off on some adventure or another, most filled with alcohol and sex. Been there, done that.
I went to the library to do some research one morning. Daisy was already at work when I left. After several hours of studying, I went to lunch before heading back to the dorms. When I got back, however, I found Daisy waiting, her arms crossed and glaring at me as I entered the room.
“What? Did I forget to do something?” I wondered. My head had been elsewhere as of late and it wasn’t just school that preoccupied me.
“That Marine was here,” Daisy said, her words dripping with vitriol.
“Hunter?” I asked, sure Daisy was mistaken. Hunter wouldn’t come back here.
“Anyone I know?” Daisy wondered.
“No, I don’t think so,” I told her and then to change the subject I asked her if she got any good gifts.
“I got one of those new iPads. I wasn’t expecting anything other than some cash in a card but my dad got a nice bonus at work,” she told me.
“Sweet!” I replied.
“Yeah. Hey, are you going to the MLK rally?” Daisy asked. There was always a rally on Martin Luther King, Jr. day but it wasn’t really about the man or civil rights. It was an excuse to protest everything from animal rights to global warming to war.
“No, probably not. Not feeling it,” I said.
“You’re probably right. The message gets lost in all the noise but I’m going anyway. I need to get back in the groove,” Daisy said, replying to words I didn’t really say out loud. Daisy went about unpacking, talking sporadically as she did. I barely heard anything she said. I’d like to say mentioning Christmas brought thoughts of Hunter to the forefront of my mind but even though I refused to acknowledge it, he was there already.
>>O<<
Another semester began, my last before I graduated. I was ready, more than ready, to be done. It wasn’t just school I wanted to get behind me. It was the memories of Hunter that seemed to permeate my room. I was sure letting him go and my reasoning for doing so were solid. He was a Marine and I was an anti-war zealot. He lived on a base over four hundred miles away. I was about to graduate and begin a new phase of my life that wasn’t going to include dating a member of the military or a long distance relationship.
That was the past and I wanted a fresh start. Besides, there was no way, in my mind, Hunter and I could ever move past the point we had reached. We had little in common except a physical attraction. That’s what I told myself anyway. There was more, much more. I had plans. I wanted to work at ending our nation’s illegal wars and force the country to change course. I wanted to do it from the inside, not as a politician but as a policy maker. That was to be my life’s work but Hunter turned that dream to a dreary gray.
When I was with him, I stopped looking outside of myself and looked inward. He made me feel good, both about myself and about life in general. It seemed so selfish to want that and it concerned me how easily I abandoned what I had held so dear before. Honestly, it scared me. Hunter hadn’t pushed me towards a new path I didn’t want to go down, he helped me discover a path I never knew was there.
Still, I resisted. He was gone and I told myself it was for the best. I hadn’t forgotten him by the time spring break rolled around but he was beginning to fade. I was both glad for it and sad. I wondered if there would ever be a day when I would no longer be haunted by Hunter’s memory but at the same time, I cherished those memories and never wanted to forget.
But fate intervened again. Daisy and I didn’t go anywhere for spring break. I had plenty of work to finish if I expected to graduate in May. Daisy agreed to cover for some other girls at the women’s center where she worked part-time. It was a quiet week, many students off on some adventure or another, most filled with alcohol and sex. Been there, done that.
I went to the library to do some research one morning. Daisy was already at work when I left. After several hours of studying, I went to lunch before heading back to the dorms. When I got back, however, I found Daisy waiting, her arms crossed and glaring at me as I entered the room.
“What? Did I forget to do something?” I wondered. My head had been elsewhere as of late and it wasn’t just school that preoccupied me.
“That Marine was here,” Daisy said, her words dripping with vitriol.
“Hunter?” I asked, sure Daisy was mistaken. Hunter wouldn’t come back here.
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