Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Sammy Keyes or John Mayer.
Say | John Mayer
Have no fear for giving in
Have no fear for giving over
You'd better know that in the end
Its better to say too much
Then never say what you need to say again
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After all these years of worrying she's finally moving to Los Angeles. She's finally going to live with her mother. I'm trying to be optimistic and hope that she will be able to at least tolerate living there, but I really don't want her to leave...
It's her last day in Santa Martina and I'm the last person she comes to say goodbye to. It's not the end of the world or anything, especially since she'll visit almost every weekend, but I can't help feel as if the Apocalypse is coming.
For awhile we sit on my front porch and say nothing. I've entangled our hands subconsciously and she's gripping my fingers tightly. I have something important to tell her, but this isn't the right time, so as I'm searching my brain for something else to say, she speaks: "This is weird, isn't it?" I look towards her, "Yeah, it is..." Suddenly, I realize that this could be the perfect moment. She's almost deliberately looking into my eyes, as if she expects me to say this important thing. I move a bit closer to her and open my mouth to speak...just as a taxi pulls up in front of my house. "It's my mother." she groans.
Our parents are talking and laughing in my living room, while we are still on the porch, saying nothing. She gets up and starts walking toward the taxi, I stand up and grab her arm, "Wait, you don't have to go yet." I'm panicking for no reason it seems, because she laughs and says "Chill, I'm just going to get my skateboard. I left it at the end of your driveway." She's right, there it is, right next to my dad's car tire. She shrugs, "Besides, my mom's still inside." With that she continues down the sidewalk and I sink slowly down to the grass, mentally kicking myself for acting so ludicrous.
So, here we are again, for the third time, absolutely silent. This is getting pretty silly, since I've never really had a problem telling her things before. I think I may be stalling involuntarily. I know that I don't have to say this now, but I really want to. "Sammy?" She looks up and instantly I recognize this as the perfect moment. I was such a fool before, to think this juncture would come sooner. I should have known that everything good always happens at the very last minute.
I lean toward her, fully intending to whisper what I need to say in her ear, but the rest of me seems to have a different idea. My thumb traces her jaw as her head tilts up towards mine. With the space finally closed, and our lips moving softly against each other's, I know I have to say this today.
The front door squeaks open and I hear her mother's twinkling laugh. We pull away, of course, but I don't even care if our parents saw. I look back at the girl sitting next to me. She's someone I've only known for a few years, but she's an amazing person, and I have to say this now...
I tuck her hair behind her ear and bow my head down towards her. To any bystander, we'd look like a couple of kids sharing a secret, which is exactly what I'm doing. I'm finally saying - well, whispering - the words I've wanted to for a while now: "I love you."