Love's Fireworks

Tonight!  It was tonight.  For the longest time this summer, I had waited for this day.  The day when our country tore away from Britain, and freed itself.  Tonight he came.  This will perhaps be the only day that I will see him this summer.1

He handed me the silver necklace in the car, on the way to the park.  “This is for you,” he whispered to me.  2

“For what?” I asked him.  “Why do you give me something when there is no occasion?”3

He only smiled.  “This is our three month anniversary.”  As he looked at me, it seemed he was looking at my very soul.  “I hope we will stay together.”4

I smile back.  I tell him that I wish the same, though deep in my heart, a dread is building with each passing day I hear his voice.  Each passing day I imagine him smiling and I hear him laugh on the phone.  5

He will turn from you; he will forget you for someone else.  6

We walk onto the grass, and I think of it.  We help my parents set up our seating, and I think of it.  We help them sell their light ropes, and I think of it.  Even when he hugs me and says he loves me, my heart cries out for him to just stay there, stay there where I can be with him forever.7

Just as I turn to him, the show starts.  The different colors blaze like wildfire in the sky, twisting into wonderful shapes.  Here, a smile.  There, a heart.  Everywhere there are things that proclaim happiness and joy, which only make me more miserable.  How I wish to share in the joy that everyone else seems to have.8

I know that I am selfish and conceited, only thinking of myself.  I realize it.  I stop thinking about it.  I have been thinking so hard that I have not noticed how his arm has silently slipped around me.  He has gotten closer.  Suddenly, my face feels warm.  My heart beats faster.  I turn to him.  He smiles and cocks his head at me, a question in his eyes.  I shake my head and turn back to the fireworks.9

On the way home, we are silent.  I finger his locket absent-mindedly.  He must be tired, for he lays his head on my shoulder.  I stiffen for a moment, then relax.  I am not used to this constant attention, though I am growing to like it.  My mind springs back to my worries.  10

And you’re heart will break when you don’t receive it anymore from him.11

We walk into my house.  I take off my shoes, and he takes off his.  He follows me as I walk up the stairs, into my room.12

He pushes me onto my bed and we laugh.  It stops abruptly when we watch from the window as a car pulls into the driveway.  His parents are here to take him from me.  I sigh.  I silently descend down the stairs into the hallway.  Once again, he follows me.13

Once there, he lays his hand on my shoulder and turns me around.  I stand there, looking into his eyes as he looks into mine.  He leans forward and softly touches his lips to mine.  It only lasted an instant, though I wanted it to last forever.  Its memory will last forever.  He slowly pulls away, smiling.  “Goodnight, Kim.  I love you.”14

I smile, touching my mouth.  He loves me.  15