Campus was pretty dead over Thanksgiving weekend. Practically everyone I know here went home. That is, everyone but Juliet. We kind of just ran into each other at Starbucks, and I realized I hadn’t actually seen her in over a week. Turns out we both like gingerbread lattes.
So we started talking. All of her friends had gone home too. Here we were, the only two people in Baltimore who couldn’t do that – because our home existed in some book. We were living on the same campus, and yet we might as well have been in different worlds.
We’ve been meeting every day since then. She likes to draw and is getting really good at it. Her favorite color is green, but she’s afraid to wear it because she doesn’t think it goes with her hair. She watches the stars every night and wonders if they tell each other stories. I didn’t know these things about her. I really didn’t know anything about her.
It’s kind of dumb when you think about it. In that story, we would have died before we could even get to know each other as people. Hell, even here I was so determined to protect her, I didn’t realize I was doing the same damn thing. I broke her heart thinking it was my place to decide her future. And the dumbest thing of all is how long it took me to realize that.
I decided to tell her the truth. About everything.
December 3, 2012 Monday at 11:29 pm