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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Emotional · #288021
sometimes, the coldness of winter lingers for a long time...
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It seemed like so long ago, but it was only this past winter. It was only early January, the end of winter break, when I saw Barbara, my girlfriend, for the last time. We hugged, we kissed. I promised we'd see eachother again, but I knew it might be impossible. By the decision of a judge, she was to live with her mother in Texas. I didn't want to go through another failed long-distance relationship, nor did I want to put her through that kind of stress. So, we agreed we would just break up, and save ourselves the pain of physical separation...

The morning sun shone right into my eyes. It was just like any other Saturday morning: wake up around 11:30, watch the tube for the day, then go to work til midnight. I still thought about Barbara at that time, but it was only in the back of my mind; Friday nights, wild nights, hard mornings. As I got out of bed, it suddenly hit me: 'I'm alone,' I thought to myself. Barbara had left that Friday. School was closed that day, so I was there to say my goodbyes. I still remember that day...

As we waited outside the terminal, we spent most of the time in silence. After about 15 minutes, I was the first to speak. "Do you think I could come and visit?" "I don't know," she replied. "What about emails? Or phone calls?" I asked. "Well, I'm not sure. I'll find out when get in to Houston." "I have family in Houston," I said. "I could visit wiht them, and see you at the same time." That was quite an epipheny. She just looked at me, and said, "You'd be pretty annoying if I didn't love you so much." That was the best I ever felt in a long time. "I love you too," I replied. Then, I kissed her hand, looked into her eyes, and kissed her lips. Every kiss with her was always better than the one before it. I wouldn't want it any other way...

"Flight 747 to Houston, now boarding," said the voice over the intercom. "I guess that's your flight," I said shakingly. "Yeah," she replied. "Well, bye," I said, drying my eyes. With that, I hugged her, and kissed her, then watched as she got onto the plane. Never would I see her again. A whole year flashed before my eyes. I suddenly felt myself crying much more. After standing still for what seemed like an eternity, I left the airport, and began the drive home...

That day was the worst day of my life. That day, my heart died. Never would it beat again with the fiery passion I once had for my first, only, and true, love. They say that it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Obviously, they never have.
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