iPlease remember, please remember/i
The next morning, Nick found himself alone on the bed. His clothes neatly folded beside him and there was a note. He sat up and read the memo that had Sara's neat lettering on it:
Nick,
Thank you for last night. I enjoyed it and you did make me forget. You made me forget that I was alone in this world… that I was an outcast. I thought no one will catch my fall. We made that promise to never let each other fall. You satisfied your promise… but I'm afraid I can't play my part.
I appreciate you so much in many ways. The way you are 'Nick' just fascinates me. Makes me look down upon my 'Sara'. I never really believed you that night you asked me out on a formal date. I thought, "You, Nick Stokes asking me, Sara Sidle – a social outcast, for a date?" But you made a believer out of me… that I must not wallow in whatever stereotype I'm labeled.
I love you… always remember that. But I want you to be happy… that's why I'm finally letting you go. I don't want you to grow old alone. I want to be with you but I do not find myself deserving of you. You deserve someone better. And it's not me…
"Right is right, even if everyone is against it; and wrong is wrong, even if everyone is for it. - William Penn" Always believe that…
Sara
PS: You have to get out of that hotel room before 10am. I'll miss you.
He reread the letter three times more and went numb. "Sara has let me go," he said to himself. Tears came running from his eyes as he stuffed the letter into his pocket and ran out the room to his Tahoe. He raced to the airport and scanned the small crowd of people for Sara. When his actions were futile, he sighed and turned to leave. Then he heard…
"Looking for me?" Sara said from behind her.
"Sara!" he almost screamed. "Sara, please. I don't want you to leave. You can work here again…"
"I can't. San Francisco is my life, my family and my work," she explained. Then the loud speaker boomed over them saying that Sara's flight has begun boarding. "I have to go, Nick. It's been nice seeing you again." And they shared one last kiss. There they poured all the veiled love they failed to reveal in the time they've been together. Sara started crying again. "Nick, I really have to go."
He pulled her closer and put his forehead against hers, "I love you… please remember that."
"I will, Nick."
b06/01/2004/b
please review... thank you!
The next morning, Nick found himself alone on the bed. His clothes neatly folded beside him and there was a note. He sat up and read the memo that had Sara's neat lettering on it:
Nick,
Thank you for last night. I enjoyed it and you did make me forget. You made me forget that I was alone in this world… that I was an outcast. I thought no one will catch my fall. We made that promise to never let each other fall. You satisfied your promise… but I'm afraid I can't play my part.
I appreciate you so much in many ways. The way you are 'Nick' just fascinates me. Makes me look down upon my 'Sara'. I never really believed you that night you asked me out on a formal date. I thought, "You, Nick Stokes asking me, Sara Sidle – a social outcast, for a date?" But you made a believer out of me… that I must not wallow in whatever stereotype I'm labeled.
I love you… always remember that. But I want you to be happy… that's why I'm finally letting you go. I don't want you to grow old alone. I want to be with you but I do not find myself deserving of you. You deserve someone better. And it's not me…
"Right is right, even if everyone is against it; and wrong is wrong, even if everyone is for it. - William Penn" Always believe that…
Sara
PS: You have to get out of that hotel room before 10am. I'll miss you.
He reread the letter three times more and went numb. "Sara has let me go," he said to himself. Tears came running from his eyes as he stuffed the letter into his pocket and ran out the room to his Tahoe. He raced to the airport and scanned the small crowd of people for Sara. When his actions were futile, he sighed and turned to leave. Then he heard…
"Looking for me?" Sara said from behind her.
"Sara!" he almost screamed. "Sara, please. I don't want you to leave. You can work here again…"
"I can't. San Francisco is my life, my family and my work," she explained. Then the loud speaker boomed over them saying that Sara's flight has begun boarding. "I have to go, Nick. It's been nice seeing you again." And they shared one last kiss. There they poured all the veiled love they failed to reveal in the time they've been together. Sara started crying again. "Nick, I really have to go."
He pulled her closer and put his forehead against hers, "I love you… please remember that."
"I will, Nick."
b06/01/2004/b
please review... thank you!