Thoughts in Writing

It was all a dream…

We spent the whole summer together. I stayed in Seattle, hanging out with the boys, working at a local amusement part that seemed to be just like Disneyland. I still had fragrant feelings to Sam, I missed home more than every, but was having the summer of my life. Everything seemed normal. That is until Chance started working at the park. We drove there and back together, exchanging music and stories along the way. He showed my the open, welcoming side to him that I had always wanted to discover. He started to become the person I was naively infatuated with my Freshman year of college. But this was my summer into my Junior year, and maybe he had grown up quite a bit. We would spent every break together and run around the park, sneaking into lines and stealing food from our friend who were vendors. The fragrance of feelings was being transformed from a fruity, refreshing sent, to a rather calm and passionate one. I never thought it would happen. There were some nights that I feel asleep in the car on the way home and he would pick me up and carry me into his place. I always woke up on the couch with a blanket stretched over my body and a glass of water on the table beside me. We started to spend even our days off together, going to park and watching silly movies over and over again. I stopped talking to the majority of people in my life. Chance and I just went to each other about everything but it was in such a healthy way. One evening I was over at his small apartment and we were sitting on the couch facing each other, talking about something that would seem silly and unimportant now. He began to play with my hands. He examined my small fingers, looking at every crevasse and feeling the length of each one. When he got to my ringer finger he paused and slid something on it. I looked down and it was a gun metal ring with a tiny black diamond and two places for gems to be next to it. Only one place was filled with a sapphire. I started crying and he waited for me to look at him. We locked eyes. No words were said. We repositioned
 ourselves and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up the next morning to him looking at me and all he said was, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life like this.” The rest of the summer we talked about the past and the future while living fully in the present. I had neglected so many things, even my best friend Amanda. Not on purpose, but because we were both so busy it only seemed natural. Until one day she called me. She told me that she bought a plane ticket to meet this Sam guy, not knowing what all went on. I just wanted her up here because the phone call made me realize how much I missed her, so I did not mention the events of the summer that were rather important. I never thought I would be involved with someone, especially to this degree, with out her approval. She came with in a few days and I gather my mom and Sam together to  meet her at the airport. Chance was not invited, mainly because he had work, but also because I needed time to explain everything to Amanda. We went out to an Italian restaurant and this random Asian girl ate dinner with us. My mom and Amanda were getting to know Sam and texting me everything they liked about him. half way through dinner I began to cry. No one understood, but how could they. A huge mess of guilt for not insisting that Chance be a part of this dinner and for not explained everything to Amanda through out the summer invaded my mind. We ended dinner and Amanda came back to my apartment. After hours of silence I started to explain. I told her about my feelings for Sam, about my life this summer, and about the surprise the summer delivered to my doorstep, or in this case my finger. She was shocked, thinking the whole time that Sam was perfect for me. Everyone did, including myself, so she was not to blame. We sat, drank wine, caught up, and cried. When it comes to Amanda and me, when do we not cry? We both woke up the next day with swollen eyes and all I wanted was to find Chance, to explain everything. I ran all over the market we went to every Sunday after church and I could not find him. This whole summer, we never exchanged number, we only exchanged experiences and love. Being at such an emotional state, I  thought I lost him, that he somehow found out about my dead intentions with Sam and my family meeting him, and felt so betrayed that he left. But when I returned to my place, I found him sitting at my doorstep, with yet another surprise—a warm hug. He wrapped me in his arms and announced that Amanda told him everything. At the end of his explanation he said, “Our wedding day can’t come any sooner.”