Comfy
I hear the familiar screaming of my kettle alerting me that my water is boiling. I slide over to it with my favorite ratty, pink polka doted fuzzy socks that I take out of my drawer every November when it starts to get chilly. I pour the steaming liquid into my adorable snowman mug, where I placed my morning chai tea mix earlier. I take a relaxed breath in, and snuggle up with my blanket on my front porch swing, letting the crisp untouched air infiltrate my lungs. I stare out at the naive world of nature wishing I could be a part of it and not have to deal with the complications of my life. The beautiful maple trees are turning crimson and sunset orange then falling to the soft autumn grass. They become most beautiful right before they get ripped from the only life they know.
All the memories I have tried to push away, of Karter rush back into my mind like an April storm. Will I ever forget him? I doubt it, now it has been 8 months since his death and I still haven’t accepted that he was really gone. Everything reminds me of him even a stupid leaf. I came to this isolated cabin that I usually don’t come to until winter in Washington, but I needed to get away and try to cope on my own. I use to only ever want to be alone, doing things by myself, dealing with everything by myself, and never letting anyone into my private world. Until Karter came knocking on my door with flowers nervously spitting out the words “Hi, I’m Karter we have science together and I don’t think you have noticed me but I have noticed you, because I think you are beautiful and are the most amazing girl I have ever seen, and I was just wondering if you would want to go down to the beach and have a picnic with me” Then raised up his vintage picnic basket with his other hand and how could I refuse that? I mean come on that’s like something Nicholas sparks would write. Plus, I had noticed him and thought the same things, and I do love a romantic. I smirked to myself a little finally as I realize how perfect he was, it felt good to let my memories take control and stop resisting.
The date went flawlessly and we had so much in common. Three years later he proposed at our high school graduation party and I said yes before he could even finish, we were both in tears. I never wanted to leave his side and the day he left for boot camp was the hardest day of my life, or so I thought at the time. After he graduated army school he got deployed to Afghanistan with only a weeks’ notice for me to prepare. I cried myself to sleep every night that week. We talked on the phone for 2 hours and 13 minutes I remember because I could hear his voice shaking with uncertainty the whole time as he said the words “I’m coming back home to you sweetie I promise we will get married and have the tiny weeding on the beach the very first day just like you want, I lo” and that’s where I heard the yelling and gunshots the static. I got the personal message 5 days later. They said “I’m so sorry but Karter Valasco was killed in the line of duty” I fell to my knees and cried as hard as I ever had, the feeling didn’t ever stop and I don’t think it ever will. I just want to be with him again I slowly walked over to the medicine cabinet my world in a haze grabbed a handful of pills and made the pain end. The black came fast then the blinding whiteness and then I saw him again and we sat in each others arms for eternity.
All the memories I have tried to push away, of Karter rush back into my mind like an April storm. Will I ever forget him? I doubt it, now it has been 8 months since his death and I still haven’t accepted that he was really gone. Everything reminds me of him even a stupid leaf. I came to this isolated cabin that I usually don’t come to until winter in Washington, but I needed to get away and try to cope on my own. I use to only ever want to be alone, doing things by myself, dealing with everything by myself, and never letting anyone into my private world. Until Karter came knocking on my door with flowers nervously spitting out the words “Hi, I’m Karter we have science together and I don’t think you have noticed me but I have noticed you, because I think you are beautiful and are the most amazing girl I have ever seen, and I was just wondering if you would want to go down to the beach and have a picnic with me” Then raised up his vintage picnic basket with his other hand and how could I refuse that? I mean come on that’s like something Nicholas sparks would write. Plus, I had noticed him and thought the same things, and I do love a romantic. I smirked to myself a little finally as I realize how perfect he was, it felt good to let my memories take control and stop resisting.
The date went flawlessly and we had so much in common. Three years later he proposed at our high school graduation party and I said yes before he could even finish, we were both in tears. I never wanted to leave his side and the day he left for boot camp was the hardest day of my life, or so I thought at the time. After he graduated army school he got deployed to Afghanistan with only a weeks’ notice for me to prepare. I cried myself to sleep every night that week. We talked on the phone for 2 hours and 13 minutes I remember because I could hear his voice shaking with uncertainty the whole time as he said the words “I’m coming back home to you sweetie I promise we will get married and have the tiny weeding on the beach the very first day just like you want, I lo” and that’s where I heard the yelling and gunshots the static. I got the personal message 5 days later. They said “I’m so sorry but Karter Valasco was killed in the line of duty” I fell to my knees and cried as hard as I ever had, the feeling didn’t ever stop and I don’t think it ever will. I just want to be with him again I slowly walked over to the medicine cabinet my world in a haze grabbed a handful of pills and made the pain end. The black came fast then the blinding whiteness and then I saw him again and we sat in each others arms for eternity.