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I don't miss Jesse...not. I'm so happy that today, the first day of summer vacation after my first year of college; I was going back to Carmel, back to mom and back to Jesse. God, I missed him and for so long. Going from NYU to NoCal was an eight hour flight, which I wasn't really looking forward to.

I remembered two years ago, when I took the same flight to California. But that flight was for a different reason. Mom told me that there were palm trees and such in California when I was sixteen; I looked out my window at the age of eighteen as I was landing and saw the same palm trees.

Mom was pretty thrilled when she saw how different I was. I just chopped some of my hair and dyed it a dirty blonde, but hey, whatever floats her boat. Andy and Doc (aka Dave) were there with my other bags. It was an hour's drive to our Carmel house where my querido was. Our drive home was filled with chatting mostly about Andy's new cookbook which he's publishing soon.

College was quite different from high school. In college, for example, there were co-ed showers and dorms, but luckily I shared my room with a girl named Lilia who was, unfortunately, really nice, too nice almost. Classes should, I learned, be scheduled after noon or otherwise I can't sleep in. And when taking a shower in the same room as boys, watch when they start whipping you with towels.

Mom keeps telling me that she didn't change one bit of my room, like I requested. As Andy pulled up to the house, I was looking at the widow that stood right above the porch.

Hopefully Jesse was up there.

I was afraid to open the door, yeah that's how lame I was. What if he isn't there? What if, when I left for college, he took the hint that I didn't want to see him anymore? I thought about these questions and more when I had enough guts to peer inside. And there he was, more perfect then ever, sitting in his usual spot by my window. "Jesse," I breathed.

He looked up and I saw how drunk with happiness he was. He walked slowly to me, like he was judging and taking in all the new changes. And we just sort of fell into each other's arms. God, I missed him. And then we parted.

"Querida, how I've missed you so," he said while placing his hand on my cheek, I wanted it to stay like this forever. But, unfortunately, dinner was calling. Dave opened my door as I jumped away from Jesse.

"Suze, dinner's starting," Dave said to me while he came into my room.

"Okay. Fine. Bye." Dave looked around my room like there was some else in there and then left. "I should go. Promise you'll wait for me here?"

"Of course querida. I could wait for eternity."

Brad and Jake decided to spend their summer vacation in Cancun with their girlfriends. So it was just me, Mom, Andy and Dave. Dinner was especially good and Andy showed me the cookbook. It had a picture of him on the front with him pointing to a big pan full of-who knows what.

I went back upstairs. Jesse was still there, sitting by the window looking very happy. He turned to face me when I sat in front of him. He took my hands in his and said the most profound words ever. "Susannah I love you." Ok well, maybe I lead you on just a bit, but still, saying I love you is very profound on it's own.

"Jesse, I love you more then life itself." We both leaned in and kissed. I missed Jesse's kisses, and somehow, every kiss was more perfect then ever. And before I knew it, Jesse was on top of me on my bed and I started undoing his pants.

"Querida, I should stop," he said while getting up. But I didn't want him to stop, I pulled the collar of his shirt down so he was level with my face.

"Jesse, please. This feels so right. You love me, don't you?"