It was December 31st 11:59 pm. I was watching the clock intently while texting Sol.
Sol: I wish I could be with you right now.
Me: I know and then we'd be able to kiss.
Me: That'd be a great way to start the year.
Sol: Yeah.
Sol: I wish.
January 1st 2016 12:00 am
Fireworks erupted. The young morning sky was filled with random splashes of color, each one vanishing just as soon as they'd appeared. I got up and walked towards my window to get a better view. How I wished Sol was here. I tied the strings of my hoodie into a bow and sat back down onto my bed.
Thirty minutes later.
I could still here the faint popping sounds of the fireworks in the distance. Sol and I continued to text. Somehow the topic of love came up. Sol looked up the definition.
Sol: Love is an intense feeling of deep affection.
Me: Yeah.
Sol: And I have deep affection for you...
There was a pause.
Sol: So I guess that means
Sol: I love you.
When I read this I felt a wave of emotion. Relief, happiness, and security. The one I love loves me back. When I read those three words it felt as if I have never read them before. As if I had never felt a love before. Why is this?
Me: Well
Me: I guess that means I love you too.
With all of this I was overcome with happiness. Thank you, was all I could think.
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Her Story
Short Story"Her Story" is told from Christy's actual Perspective that corresponds with my other book "My Story". This book is also based on a true story.
