He stared hopelessly at the brown shoe box sitting on the closet's top shelf. It was covered with clothes and papers; it was hardly ever opened. The memories inside poured out and filled Patricks head. Three years was a long time, an eternity even. He sat silently in his grey room, the walls plastered in posters and pictures. His mind tossed around thought after thought... *Why did I do it?* *What was I thinking?* The week before Kat had left for Sarah Lawrence, he cheated. He had broken her heart, shattered her world. The trust they had was taken away in meerly seconds. What he had done was unforgiveable.
Patrick rose to his feet, and reached for the brown shoe box. He missed her so much. Three years and not a single word. He was broken inside. He had retracted into a long period of silence and thought when she left. Finally, now, he knew what he wanted. He wanted her.
He slid the lid off the top of the box, dust scattering everywhere. Patrick emptied its contents onto the king-sized bed and and overlooked them for the first time in a year. The memories all flooded back to him. The images, the smells, the good days. He thought about her all the time, not a day passed where he didn't. He wondered if she thought of him. His thoughts made him shudder. He wanted her to be happy, he did, be he wanted to be the one to make her that way. He knew he couldn't. How could he after what he had done?
He stared at the pictures, cards and gifts. The memories of her. There on his bed, he saw her, everything he ever loved about her. He saw her smile, her words, her thoughts. She completed him. He picked up a bright yellow card, the front made into a happy face. He smiled. Patrick opened the card. The inside was covered in blue pen. He admired the writing, every line, every curve. There in front of him, Kat's feelings summarized into soft, loving words. He wished he could hear them all over again. Hear her say them. Eventually he worked up the courage to read it.
Patrick,
From they day this all started, I knew you were special.
I knew you would be there for me, I knew you cared.
I could sense it. Now, your once unrequited feelings are
in fact very much requited. The last few months have
been the best months of my life. Being near you, being
able to hold you, is the most comforting thing. This is
the first time I've ever felt this way before. I'm not
usually one to express my emotions this freely, you know
that better than anyone. I don't like to do what people
would expect. This time, I don't care. I am doing what
I feel, because the truth is that I want anyone and
everyone to know how I feel. I love you Patrick Verona.
Yours Always,
Kat
He sat staring at the words. He must have read them over a million times. He fought back his tears. He couldn't cry over this. It had been so long. She didn't feel this way anymore, and she probably didn't expect him to either. The fact of the matter was that he did. He always would.
Patrick rose to his feet, and reached for the brown shoe box. He missed her so much. Three years and not a single word. He was broken inside. He had retracted into a long period of silence and thought when she left. Finally, now, he knew what he wanted. He wanted her.
He slid the lid off the top of the box, dust scattering everywhere. Patrick emptied its contents onto the king-sized bed and and overlooked them for the first time in a year. The memories all flooded back to him. The images, the smells, the good days. He thought about her all the time, not a day passed where he didn't. He wondered if she thought of him. His thoughts made him shudder. He wanted her to be happy, he did, be he wanted to be the one to make her that way. He knew he couldn't. How could he after what he had done?
He stared at the pictures, cards and gifts. The memories of her. There on his bed, he saw her, everything he ever loved about her. He saw her smile, her words, her thoughts. She completed him. He picked up a bright yellow card, the front made into a happy face. He smiled. Patrick opened the card. The inside was covered in blue pen. He admired the writing, every line, every curve. There in front of him, Kat's feelings summarized into soft, loving words. He wished he could hear them all over again. Hear her say them. Eventually he worked up the courage to read it.
Patrick,
From they day this all started, I knew you were special.
I knew you would be there for me, I knew you cared.
I could sense it. Now, your once unrequited feelings are
in fact very much requited. The last few months have
been the best months of my life. Being near you, being
able to hold you, is the most comforting thing. This is
the first time I've ever felt this way before. I'm not
usually one to express my emotions this freely, you know
that better than anyone. I don't like to do what people
would expect. This time, I don't care. I am doing what
I feel, because the truth is that I want anyone and
everyone to know how I feel. I love you Patrick Verona.
Yours Always,
Kat
He sat staring at the words. He must have read them over a million times. He fought back his tears. He couldn't cry over this. It had been so long. She didn't feel this way anymore, and she probably didn't expect him to either. The fact of the matter was that he did. He always would.
