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It was all Phil could do to stay sane those first few years back "home". As a result, he became buried in all he did in order to escape his longing to return to his one true love. Not only that, he also planned to one day buy a time machine of his own. As he excelled in college and graduate school, though, his priorities slowly shifted onto building his career. He became well to do over night, but he slowly lost sight of what really mattered. That was, of course, until Theodore came along and suddenly his career was the last thing on his mind. Suddenly, he was skipping lunch not to work on that big company project, but to spend an hour carefully reading through all Keely had written. Not only was his skipping lunch, though, he was also skipping out on said company project. He was set to meet up with Theodore bright and early Saturday morning, but as the week was still young, all he had were the journals.
Dear Phil,
I got together with Tia today. It was just like old times, spending the day at the salon, laughing and catching up. She talked me into getting this super short cut, though, and I'm totally stressing cause I think it looks awful. Maybe I'll buy a new hat… Anyways, it got me to thinking about how she first moved away, and how you were right there beside me all the way. It was like that day all reversed, though, with Tia being the one here and you being the one that had to move. Of course, she wasn't completely miserable. That really meant a lot to me when you did that, though. I really miss, you know. Well, I should probably stop before you wind up having to deal with crusty pages.
Love, Keely
Dear Phil,
Ugh! Huge math test this Friday and you know me. I'm just sitting here right now, trying to remember what these little pointy shapes on these pages are even called. They kind of remind me of slides and tents and are making me want to go to the park, the circus, and camping all at once. Any excuse to get out of studying, I guess. It just so hard, though, especially since I can't stop laughing about that time you got me into the one really, really hard math class. You know, the super hard one. I can't even write straight. Sorry it's so messy.
Love, Keely
Dear Phil,
Well, it's senior prom night and I'm sitting at home in my pajamas and pigtails. A couple of guys asked me to go with them, but I just felt really bad about even thinking of saying yes. So, my date is officially a gallon of chocolate ice cream and an old movie that's showing on TV. It's really kind of boring, but right now they're showing this scene where they're squishing tomatoes with their feet. Remember we did that when we first met? That's when I found out that you only have eight toes, huh? That was really kind of gross when your fake toe fell off. Well, I think that's worth more than a few hours of dancing around with some guy I barely know.
Love, Keely
Dear Phil,
I'm all dressed up in my black robe and cap, and the ceremony is only an hour away. I had myself pretty convinced I wasn't going to make it these past few weeks, but I really managed to pull it all together at the last minute. Mom was freaking out for a while there and too and I guess that's what really got me through this. That and I couldn't bear the thought of you thinking I was a failure. How totally lame does that even sound? I guess it's cause I've never thought I was good enough for you, my genius future boy. Okay, that's it; I'm officially tearing this page out.
Love, Keely
The journals continued on for pages and pages, detailing Keely's life as she struggled with college, a new boyfriend here and there, and trying to decide between becoming a performer or a news reporter. She spent a few semesters going through the fine arts program at first and then switched to television journalism for another two, back to fine arts for the summer session, and then finally settled on journalism her junior year. She had, of course, been fulfilling journalism requirements all the while, and thus was able to graduate within a decent time frame. She was fortune enough to be hired by Pickford's own local broadcasting station just shy of turning twenty-four. This is the point in which Keely started to mention a certain fellow named Ted, who Phil couldn't help but notice right from the get-go.
Dear Phil,
Today was the big day, my first day at the studio, and I made a complete fool of myself! I couldn't remember anything I was supposed to say and I couldn't read any of my notes. I kept hoping and hoping and hoping that I'd wake up from the nightmare, but thing after thing kept going wrong. The boss wasn't too thrilled with me. There was this one guy, Ted, though—the cameraman—and we talked for like three hours this afternoon. He was trying to convince me that I was terrific, but I knew he was just being nice. Anyways, he has tickets to this concert for my favorite band and we're going together. I have to admit, I haven't been this excited since our first date.
Love, Keely
Phil couldn't help but feel like this was more than just a fling for her. He suddenly had the uncontrollable desire to learn more about this Ted and her relationship with him. He flipped through several pages, scanning them as he went long, when he came across the very thing he'd been dreading—the M word.
Dear Phil,
Well, I got married today. The wedding was beautiful and my groom, he's amazing. I'm very happy, so please, whatever you do, don't interfere. I'd still like to see you again someday, as an old and very dear friend. Please, don't detest me for this. You'll always be special to me, I mean, you were my first love after all. So go on then and find a nice girl. I'd love to meet to her.
Love, Keely
She had taped a wedding photo to the bottom of the page. All Phil could think about was how beautiful she looked and how hurt he was.
Of course she got married…how could I have expected anything else?
Phil lay in bed that Friday night, now understanding completely why he had never gone to see her again.