He pushes a lock of my hair behind my ear and strokes my cheek with his fingers. I blush and smile at him, because I'm in total bliss right this moment. We hug again, not wanting to leave the other.
"I want us to write to each other." Paul says quietly.
"I'd really like that." I say in response. We pull apart from the hug and I find a pad of paper in my bag along with a pen and I write down the address he gave me as being his own and I gave him a piece of paper that had my address on it.
"Oh, and here's my phone number too." Paul says while writing down his number as well.
"Goodbye, J. I'm so glad I met you, you're so amazing. I hope to see you soon." he says sweetly while we again hug.
"Bye Paul. I'm so happy I met you too, I've had such a blast with you these past two days. I hope so too." I say into his neck and my voice cracks on the last line and I cry.
"Aw honey don't cry. We'll see each other again, and hopefully soon." paul says as we pull apart and he wipes the tears on my cheek away with his thumb. It was hard to stop crying, as embarrassed as I was crying in front of him.
"Okay." I say and nod, trying to stop crying. I look at the ground and a second after I do Paul takes his pointer finger and lifts my chin back up so we're looking at each other. He leans in and I do too and we kiss again, not as longer as before but still so sweet. His lips were so soft and warm, kissing him gave me butterflies in my stomach.
"I'll talk to you soon, I promise." he says and kisses me on the forehead and gives me one last hug.
"Bye J." he says pulling away from the hug.
"Bye Paul." I say trying to force a smile, and I watch him walk away and go into the hotel. I walk home lonely and sad. I cried a lot when I get home and luckily my parents didn't come into my room or notice my tear stained face or puffy eyes when I walked in the door. It was so hard doing that, saying goodbye to him. It made it a bit better knowing I'll see him again, I don't know when, but I'm secure in the knowledge that we will see each other again. Ah and those kisses made it a bit easier too, even though it was still hard and I cried for hours until I cried myself to sleep. I woke up and noticed that I hadn't even taken my coat off or my scarf, the scarf that Paul gave me, his scarf. I bring it up to my nose and inhale and it smells exactly like Paul and I'm so glad it does. I tried to occupy myself with some last minute homework, to get my mind off things. I went over to my record player and records, to put some music on because I always do my homework while listening to music and my Beatles records are right there staring at me. I see the face that I just said goodbye to, the one that I already miss so much and I lose it and start crying again. I have no idea how I'm going to do this when I have dozens of pictures of him on my walls, I could take them down but that would be weird, but maybe it'd help so I wouldn't burst into tears every time I simply look at one of them. But then I think that my mom would think something was up if I did that, it'd seem really weird to her because she knows he's my favorite since I talk about him nonstop. I cry even harder not knowing what to do. I don't want to open my eyes and see his face, I don't want to go to school tomorrow because I fear it'll make me feel worse with all the stress, I just want to be with him but I can't.