“We’re going to have so much fun that you’ll forget both your exes!” Max promised.
“Yeah, we will!” I shouted, and held my beer up high.
When I saw the library ahead of us, the one that Ned took me to one day, I shouted to Max’s ear, “Stop at the library!”
Max pressed on the brakes so hard that we jumped forward, and we screamed for our lives.
“Are you crazy?” Max yelled at me, and cursed, “You could have got us killed!”
“I... I need to go,” I got out of the car, and ran to the library entrance. The girls followed me inside, and we walked through the library that smelled of old books.
I looked both ways, and looked for the shelf that had the Shakespeare books, and ran my fingers over the old books, browsing the titles.
“What are you doing?” Jane asked puzzled.
They both looked at the book in my hand with question.
I opened the book and read a few lines, and smiled. There were tears in my eyes, and some of them dropped on the pages. I ran my fingers over the lines, the ones he sent me inside a box.
I contemplated how I missed him so bad, and that I probably will never see or talk to him ever again. I accepted every feeling I had inside me, and cried, and imagined what he would have said to me to make me feel better.
I love him.
It was not a second guess; I just knew it.
Then I heard a voice behind me that made me stop crying, “Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it. How true what he wrote about the subject of love.”
I turned around and saw Ned wearing his glasses again, and with a book in hand. If I had no control over myself at that time when I saw his face again, I would have screamed in the library. There was something about his voice that was so soothing, and comforting. I wanted to kiss him again, and tell me how sorry I was.
He walked closer to me, “You’re here to read with an evening party dress?”
I averted my eyes, and looked around me. People were staring at me and whispering. I was ashamed of how much I needed to be with him, but I had to be strong about it and tell me how I felt.
“I was hoping that I’d find you here, and I was right,” I said.
He nodded, “You were.”
We stared at each other for a few seconds, then he said, “Well, I better get going…”
“Wait!” I stopped him, “Please, don’t go yet.”
He stopped, and waited for what I had to say.
“Look, I love you, and I want you with me. I was such a coward to lie to myself that I wasn’t in love with you… In fact, I was so scared of love. I was scared that someone would get to control my heart and emotions, but fuck it. I love you, okay? You’re an idiot sometimes, but I love you!” I yelled and people around were shushing me.
“So don’t leave me, please.” I begged him.
He looked down at his books, then at me, and I felt his stare become warmer and warmer. He came closer, and put his hands on my cheeks. He laughed and calmly said, “I love you too. You can get to be a pain in the ass, but God I fucking love you.”
We kissed passionately, and I felt like my body was on fire, and we continued to kiss for a while. We didn’t want to leave each other, and I loved it. I loved it all.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Safa Shaqsy was born in Oman and graduated from a business college, but participated in many writing activities including writing her own stories and poems as she expressed herself through words. Her love for novels started when she got a novel as a gift, that’s when she discovered the magic of the fiction world. She has a website at: www.safashaqsy.com.
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