I remember the last day we spent together. It...

I remember the last day we spent together. It started a little after 12:00 AM, if I remember properly. You were at a party at your friends, and I was out at a concert. At this point we were on break already, and had not really talked or hung-out for sometime, so I was incredibly excited for that day. Something I would find out later your sister had told you on several occasions, something I had told her in secret.

Well, I showed up after the concert, sweaty and carrying a pack of beer. I walk in and everyone greets me like an old friend, greetings which I now question the reality of. I see you and smile and we say hello and hug. We did not stick together at the party, we never really did that. Not our thing. Typically in separate rooms talking to people.

Well, I was going around sharing my beers with people and telling them about the concert, and we bumped into each other and sat on the couch for a bit switching the music playing and talking. Eventually, I flipped on a song and pulled you to dance, it was just us two. You smiled and laughed, and joined me anyway. I cannot remember the song, but I remember your friend came and took a picture of us dancing.

Well, we stayed at the party for a bit and then drove back to your place. We talked some and cuddled, and then I fell asleep on the floor reaching up to the bed holding your hand. But, as we fell asleep out hands became disconnected.

We woke up next day, and I packed up my blankets that I always brought and everything else, and went home. I said I would be back later to pick you up. We were going to go hang out in Portland for the day, and I was going to take you to see the Decemberists.

Well I arrived, and we took off for Portland. I was excited. We walked around, went to some of our usual spots, I got a book I had been eyeballing for a while and we went into that vintage toy shop and other things. We basically just walked all around town. I remember at one point, you told me you did not really like holding hands, but you held mine anyway. I felt special.

Eventually, it was time to head to the concert. We skipped on the openers, or tried too, but ended up seeing them anyway because it was running late. We went in and listened and danced. I had my arms wrapped around you, and you kept looking back at me for some reason as I held you, as though there was something wrong. We would smile at one another and kiss and go back to dancing. I honestly felt that things were going really well, and we would soon be back together.

After the concert, the plan was to take you a vegan restaurant for dinner, but it turned into a bar and you were not twenty-one yet, something I was looking forward to experiencing with you, but never got too. I felt really bad that we could not go in, and said I would take you to breakfast before class later in the week, and we did. So, instead, we went back to your place and popped popcorn and watched Ghostbusters II. You had never seen it, and I kept telling you that you must, so you finally did. I fell asleep holding you as we watched it, and by the time I woke-up the movie was over, it was time for me to go. We said our goodbyes, and I went home feeling really good about everything. Thinking that we would be back together soon.

Well, the breakfast date or whatever it was came and went, and then there was another party at your friends house. This time I showed up, your friends greeted me like always, but you, you just looked at me and did not say anything. I had been there at least an hour before you acknowledged me. I did not know what I had done. I stayed for a little longer, but eventually decided that I should leave. So, I did, and that was the last time we hung-out.

Until that point, I thought we were going to get back together, just like old times. But, I was wrong. That night, you truly broke my heart.

Submitted by swamiswampy.