On the other hand my girlfriend was great. we were spending a lot more time together then we usually were. But then one afternoon the big bomb exploded right in my face, She was moving. I knew I should be devastated but I couldn't help myself but to feel really happy. She was leaving and it would give me a better chance to fight for Clayton. I knew Clayton and her still had feelings for each other but I was the one that was stopping them. They had kissed too, or so they tell me, before I moved here. I didn't mind knowing this because I really just wanted her and not him; or so I thought, but it was actually the other way around.
But then a week later she left; she left me with this one note telling me how much she loves me. I am not sure what love is but if she thinks she loves me then I love Clayton. Was love the fluff and feeling of being full of something that over powered any other emotion or what was she talking about. Love?
Then the idea hit me, I should tell Clayton that I love him. But how will this happen...? We haven't talked in the past week, And I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to see me.
Then as if an angel from above would have heard me. The door bell rung and my dad was rushed to the door awaiting to see his friend. But now it turned out to be a note to me from Clayton. He was inviting me to go to the circus next week.
The first thought that came to mind was I'm going to see him again, but then I thought maybe he wants to get us alone for some reason? Me and him alone... Just that quick thought awakened my little guy to stand tall. After my little guy calmed down I asked my parents and they said yes with no second thought about it.
So the plan:
- go with him
- tell him I love him
- kiss him
- see where our actions take us...
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