Hopeless without you I ’ ll be lost ”
That same month , we found ourselves sitting under the oak tree as sunlight feathered through the leaves and on our cheeks like a spotlight on stage . Its olive leaves joined together similar to the little circle of four we formed right under . Aris , face illuminated to the brim , spoke up , “ Truth circle time !” reminding everyone of our days back in elementary school .
“ Um okay . I ’ ll go ,” Matt volunteered , “ I like- ” I knew Matt was going to say her name until he got cut off .“ Lucy . I like Lucy ,” Milo confessed before Matt could end his sentence . Though that day held a peculiar radiance on everyone , it seemed as if Matt had reached his supernova .
“ Your smile is what gets me up in the morning My Darling .”
Nostalgic . That ’ s how I would describe Matt ’ s call after Milo ’ s confession . It felt as if he was attired in all black , prepared to give a eulogy to a still body . Cause of death ? An asteroid
impacted the heart .
“ It ’ s actually kind of funny . The first time I had met her , Milo was sitting right next to me on the bus . She sat right across and turned to greet us , waving as the corners of her lips perked up and her eyes formed into semi-circles , as if her eyes were smiling as well . I should ’ ve paid more attention to the suffusion of pink on Milo ’ s face , though at the time , I thought it was just the heat of that mid- August day . He seems like a far better companion for Lucy , does he not ? He ’ s got the looks , am I right ?” Matt slowly choked out , his smile never reaching his eyes .
“ I think about you 24 / 7 ”
It was the second note Matt had received from Lucy that day . These weren ’ t like the notes we
furtively passed in class . No , they were folded with care , into little hearts , that enclosed motivations and sweet nothings that only their eyes would have the virtue of seeing .
As I watched Matt open the heart , I could tell that Milo ’ s week-old acknowledgement for Lucy still rang in the back of his ears , yet it was like his eyes betrayed him , sparkling with anticipation . A sliver of hope then budded in his irises . With each word he glazed over , an assortment of new questions raced through his mind . His star had ignited once again , more brilliant than ever .
“ My mind is never at ease ”
“ Sometimes , I hate seeing Matt ,” Lucy admitted one afternoon . My sandwich had found its way onto the floor , but it wasn ’ t the only thing that fell .
“ Wait ,” I slowly responded , trying to get the blood rushing to my heart again , “ I thought
you liked him ?”
“ I do . It ’ s just that when I see him , my brain freezes and overanalyzes what I ’ m going to say next , and then I end up stuttering . On top of that , my hands become clammy , flutters form in my stomach , and my body feels as if I had just run a mile ,” Lucy divulged faster than my eyes could widen .
“ Stars align whenever you ’ re with me . So , Lucy , I have a question Will you be mine , please ?”
No sappy Christmas mistletoe or Prince Charming could compete . In this story , two stars orbited in their paths , a hopeless romantic named Matt and an affectionate , devoted companion named Lucy who frequently both missed the right chance , until they had finally aligned with one song .
Your soul has mended with mine for your soul can carry two worlds can carry the love that every living being holds growing strong it is hard to let you go so you can live the life you so desire -Theresa Thompson
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