We sat and watched our old childhood favourite movie. Well, she watched it. I mostly watched her. I watched as she aimlessly pulled a strand of her red hair behind her ear. I watched as she laughed when they crashed the Zamboni. God it felt good to hear her laugh again. We were comfortable we were just Sid and Kel, Kel and Sid.
I had gotten over the biggest hurdle, now it was time to work on the next one.
-Fall 2005-
I had been in Pittsburgh for two weeks. I was about to play my first game in the NHL, but I it just didn't feel right without Kelly. I groaned and rolled over on my bed, when I looked up I was face to face with my photo of me and her. Deep down I knew, but I told myself I would not let myself admit it until the day that I got to apologize for her. I would make it a priority, that as soon as she cracked the national team, I would explain everything. I prayed that she would work hard and make it sooner rather than later. My focus now was on the Penguins and starting my NHL career.
I wanted to tell her about everything and I decided that I needed to write it down. I would write down whenever I wanted to call her or whenever something happened or whenever I thought about her. Starting here, starting now. I grabbed my notebook out of my drawer.
October 1, 2005
I miss you Kel, it's not the same without you. I'm sorry. I'm nervous for the next week's game.
-End-
"Do you want to watch the third one Kel?" She didn't answer me. "Kelly, hey, do you want to watch the next one?" I leaned down to realize that she had fallen asleep. How could she sleep sitting up? I quietly slid off the couch, and leaned in front of her. I couldn't bare to wake her up, she was beautiful. I had always thought she was beautiful, but now she was especially beautiful. Sleeping and peaceful. I gently picked her up and put her on the couch. I grabbed the blanket off the back of the and laid it on her. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head before turning off the TV and walking into her kitchen were I scribbled a note on her fridge whiteboard.
"Late lunch after practice? Meet me at the Hyatt. Room 2406."
I grabbed my shoes and slipped on the jacket before quietly closing the door behind me.