We’ll Meet Again

It’s been almost a year since I last saw her. We couldn’t even end on a good note. But now, now I’m finally back. I couldn’t talk to her either, so we have so much to catch up on. I hope she forgives me.

“Her house was, uh, to the right? No, left? I’ll go right,” I said to myself. It was hard to contain my excitement. The place looked a lot more different this time. All the lights were off, and the sidewalk had a lot of trash on it. Nevertheless, I know for sure she won’t leave this place.

I hurried to where I heard she was. The place looked well kept, but something about it gave off a creepy vibe. It took me a while to find her, but when I did, my happiness shot through the roof.

“Hah, I found you. Certainly took me a while. Been a while, huh? I hope you’ll forgive me for last time. Anyway, I know you won’t talk to me, so I’ll tell you what I’ve been doing: My job kept me pretty busy, that’s why I couldn’t visit you. I got a new apartment. And that’s about my entire year. I’ll come back soon,” I said, this time with tears. “When I do, I promise we’ll able to talk. I promise.” I walked out of the cemetery with one goal in mind. Seeing her again.