"I better go." Lizzie said.
"Yeah, I guess." I replied.
Lizzie began to walk to my front door. She turned back around toward me.
"You know, I never thought that I'd be so emotionally and physically close to anyone in my life." Lizzie began.
"Yeah, I know. I feel the same way. It's like, when I was with you, everything was right and complete and perfect." I said.
"It feels so good. Knowing and feeling like there is even more in my life to look forward to. I don't think I could be as happy as I am now and, and…" Lizzie stated.
I walked up to her and kissed her gently on the lips.
"And now, things can be right again."
"Bye, Gordo."
Lizzie left the house.
THE NEXT MORNING
I decided to call Lizzie on the phone.
The phone rang a few times before Lizzie finally picked up.
"Hi, Lizzie?" I said.
"Hey Gordo!" She exclaimed.
"I think, we should do something that we should have done, together, a long time ago."
"What's that?"
LATER THAT AFTERNOON
Lizzie and I walked together hand in hand towards the local cemetery where Miranda was buried.
Lizzie turned towards me and sighed deeply. I knew exactly how she was feeling but knew it was right, that it was time.
I couldn't believe that I had not visited Miranda's grave after all of these years. It's like I felt guilty and that if I went, I don't know, I'd have to come face-to-face with all these emotions I just wasn't ready for.
I don't know if Lizzie has visited Miranda's grave before this time. It didn't really matter.
We walked up to Miranda's grave and Lizzie squatted down in front of the grave.
Lizzie was silent for a few moments before she spoke again.
"I'm so sorry, Miranda. I brought you so much pain and I never wanted to do anything like that ever in my life. I mean, you're my best friend and even now that you're gone, you always will be. Forever."
Lizzie began to cry and I squatted down next to her and embraced her in my arms.
"I don't think that Lizzie should be sorry," I began saying to the grave, "I should be sorry. I should be hurt and feel desperate and I am. I do feel like that and I will remember that for the rest of my life. I'm sorry for hurting you. For causing you all of this pain. For pushing you to this edge. I should have been here a long time ago and I regret everyday that I haven't but I want you to know that even though you are gone, I will always love you as one of my best and only friends."
Lizzie and I both stood up. She kissed me on the cheek and we placed a set of daisies on by her grave.
Lizzie intertwined her arm around mine and we walked away together. Peaceful and serene, finally.
"Yeah, I guess." I replied.
Lizzie began to walk to my front door. She turned back around toward me.
"You know, I never thought that I'd be so emotionally and physically close to anyone in my life." Lizzie began.
"Yeah, I know. I feel the same way. It's like, when I was with you, everything was right and complete and perfect." I said.
"It feels so good. Knowing and feeling like there is even more in my life to look forward to. I don't think I could be as happy as I am now and, and…" Lizzie stated.
I walked up to her and kissed her gently on the lips.
"And now, things can be right again."
"Bye, Gordo."
Lizzie left the house.
THE NEXT MORNING
I decided to call Lizzie on the phone.
The phone rang a few times before Lizzie finally picked up.
"Hi, Lizzie?" I said.
"Hey Gordo!" She exclaimed.
"I think, we should do something that we should have done, together, a long time ago."
"What's that?"
LATER THAT AFTERNOON
Lizzie and I walked together hand in hand towards the local cemetery where Miranda was buried.
Lizzie turned towards me and sighed deeply. I knew exactly how she was feeling but knew it was right, that it was time.
I couldn't believe that I had not visited Miranda's grave after all of these years. It's like I felt guilty and that if I went, I don't know, I'd have to come face-to-face with all these emotions I just wasn't ready for.
I don't know if Lizzie has visited Miranda's grave before this time. It didn't really matter.
We walked up to Miranda's grave and Lizzie squatted down in front of the grave.
Lizzie was silent for a few moments before she spoke again.
"I'm so sorry, Miranda. I brought you so much pain and I never wanted to do anything like that ever in my life. I mean, you're my best friend and even now that you're gone, you always will be. Forever."
Lizzie began to cry and I squatted down next to her and embraced her in my arms.
"I don't think that Lizzie should be sorry," I began saying to the grave, "I should be sorry. I should be hurt and feel desperate and I am. I do feel like that and I will remember that for the rest of my life. I'm sorry for hurting you. For causing you all of this pain. For pushing you to this edge. I should have been here a long time ago and I regret everyday that I haven't but I want you to know that even though you are gone, I will always love you as one of my best and only friends."
Lizzie and I both stood up. She kissed me on the cheek and we placed a set of daisies on by her grave.
Lizzie intertwined her arm around mine and we walked away together. Peaceful and serene, finally.