I knew everything about her. I knew everything about her because she told me. I knew what her favorite color, flower, scent, shirt. I knew where she lived and what office she worked in. I knew because she had trusted me. And now for some reason she didn’t. I hadn’t done anything, not that I knew of a least. One day she’s telling me we’re meant to be and the next she’s not picking up my calls, not answering my texts. She didn’t even respond when I said to hi to her on her way to work. Which is how we got to now. Me standing in the snow with only a sweatshirt and her in her warm heated office.
I look up at the window, wondering how to get her attention. I look around. My eyes settle on a row of cars. Old things. They didn’t look like they’d been driven in a while. I try to really think. I have found that having a girlfriend is harder than one would think. Not only do you have to love a girl with all your heart, you have to keep her happy. And to do that, you have to change your thinking. You have to think like them. I learned this the hard way. Apparently, bringing your girlfriend to hang with all your buddies… is not ok. No one told me about that.
So as I look at these old cars, I have to think about what her opinion would be. How can I make these old cars look romantic? Oh! Oh! That’s not a horrible idea. You’re a genius.
I go to one of the cars. I draw a heart on it. My finger tracing through the snow. The flakes crunching underneath my fingertips. The smooth surface of the black car slowly appearing. I draw a arrow through the heart, thinking it’ll look more appealing. Then I go to the next car. I draw a single line on that one. On the next I write the word love. On the last, the word you. There. That should do it.
I grab my phone a text her one more time, praying she’ll read it.
I left you a message, look out the window.
Then as an after though I add,
I sit on a stoop of an office entrance. Basically I’m loitering, while simultaneously hoping I don’t get arrested or something. Do you really get arrested for standing around doing nothing?
Snow starts to fall. Crap. I walk back out to the cars, the letters are starting to get covered. I trace The letters over and over. My hands starting to freeze. This better be worth it. I don’t like snow. Or rain. Or anything cold.
A few minutes later. I see her look out the window. Thank the heavens, my fingers are freezing. After a couple seconds, she’s outside. Her arms wrapped around me. I wrap mine around hers.
“So why were you mad at me?” I ask, pulling her away.
“I just heard some rumors and…” She laughed a little, “it was a stupid reason. It doesn’t matter. Thank you.”
“Of course. Am I allowed in your office?” I rub my arms dramatically, “it’s freezing.”
“It’s not that cold.” She says with a smirk.
“Yes. Yes it is. Look, you can see my breath!” I exhale hard through my mouth. “I look like a smoker.”
“Ugh fine. But don’t let my boss see you.” She laughed. I continue to blow out my breath.
“Look. See that? It’s cold.”I say, joking. She pushes me inside, laughing. Everything in it’s place. For now.
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