Keeping in touch.
That night I spent at Spike's. He was living in a cheap hotel for a few weeks.
I spent most of the night lying in his arms and having him tell me everything will be okay, that was all I ever wanted.
"I love you." He kept telling me and kissing the top of my head.
I knew he did, that was the reason he came back,
he had heard about mom's death from the firm he had been moved to and rushed straight back.
I went back home the next day, expecting dad to have a go at me.
Instead he broke down and cried. We both did in fact. We had a heart to heart; it felt good to get everything out in the open.
"Spike's back in town." I remembered saying. He looked at me, part of me was
thinking he was going to blow, and then I carried on, "I spent the night at his. I'm sorry."
"Did you sleep with him?" he asked.
"No, I swear. I just needed someone to talk to. I'm so sorry daddy."
He didn't say anything after that, he just embraced, father and daughter, just like before.
"I'm so sorry." I said to Spike. I didn't want to say that to him, but I had a ch
oice and I choose my family.
"It's okay, I understand."
He kissed my lips silently as tears stained my cheeks.
"Keep in touch?" I asked and he nodded.
Then he said, "It's fair to say that you're the most incredible women I have ever met Miss Summers."
That was the last thing I remembered him saying to me. For a while anyway,
we always spoke on the phone and kept in touch.
We spoke about everything and at anytime of the night or morning too.
I once remembered him ringing me at eight at night and we were talking
'til seven in the morning.
It was nice, having someone like Spike still in my life.
Some day's after mom's death I didn't think I could survive the sadness,
but it was people like Spike and Willow who made it easier.
After every phone call we always said, "I love you" at the end.
I didn't know why then, but it just seemed like something to say.
It was true though, we did love each other.
Very much, but I guess sometimes; things just aren't meant to be.