She still smells the same

May 22, 2008

I had some problems with a teacher yesterday after school and got angry, so I went to the one person I know would help my through this, my youth pastor Tim. Mom let me stay for service and I'm glad she did, cuz little did I know, it was Lindsey's last night.

I gave her the biggest hug I'd ever given anyone and took in a deep breath. She still smells the same. It took all I had to not cry. She asked to sit next to me and I think I shouted at her. She sat down and we made small talk. Mostly consisting of "I why are you here" and "It's good to see you", on her part. She gave me her Senior Announcement, for last weekend, and I quickly opened it and pulled out her picture. It fit perfectly in my wallet, like it was ment to be there.

I told her I still loved her. I probably shouldn't have dont this in service but I did anyway. She didn't say anything all of service and for a long time after. We messed around and hung out like we used to before she stole my heart. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't resist crying. She still smells the same. Everyone left and we sat down and talked. She told me she met my father and filled me in about what was going on and I listened.

Her ride pulled in and she gave me a hug; she said goodbye to everyone else and gave me another hug. She still smells the same. I tried not to breathe because her smell was everywhere. Eventually I broke down. Sobbing and breathing heavily. Mostily because her last words to me were "I love you".