My first story

I've never posted anything I've written online before, but a friend told me I should try it. No one has ever seen my writing, so this is a first. Please rate it so I know how much improving I need. When I write, its usually as a journal entry and a story all in one, so that all in all it could end up being like a novel or a journal if it was all put in order. This is just one that I thought I would share because I felt it strongly before and after I wrote it, and still do. Thanks.




I haven’t written anything in about a month. I guess I have a lot of updating on my life. I am still with Andrew, and he is back from his field training in California, he’s been back for almost a month now. I didn’t get to see him the first couple of weeks he was back though because he was in the process of buying a car, and there was a lot of complications. Lets just say, he still doesn’t have the car, but I did get to see him a couple weekends in a row. He took the Greyhound bus out here to see me.
Today, I even told him I love him. I said it in Spanish, but he knew why, and I really meant it. He said it back, and I know I was blushing, I could feel my face burning, and I was glowing, inside and out. It gave me the butterfly feeling in my stomach that made me feel both weak and excited all at the same time. He gives me that feeling a lot though, and it amazes me every time he does. He really has become my everything. It is scary in a way, attaching myself so quickly and freely, but it is true. He is basically the only person I see anymore, making him my boyfriend, best friend, and the courage, strength, and hope I need to keep me going during the week.
The first weekend he came out here was pretty amazing, in an interesting way… definitely an adventure. The night he was coming I had to go to an Opera concert for the music class I am taking, while he was on his way out in the Greyhound. I left the concert about an hour early because I thought he already would have been waiting, and I was more excited then ever to see him. When I got back to my room there was still no sign of him. I called his cell, but he was still on the bus, as I grew more anxious than ever. Finally, after about an hour of me waiting in the biggest anticipation and bundle of nerves, trying to make myself look decent, brushing my hair, fixing my make-up, repeating it over and over again, he called me back to tell me he had arrived. I threw on my shoes and slipped on my jacket and backpack and started to walk outside in the cold, dark, rainy night to find him… I was so scared walking all alone in a town where everyone seemed to be a stranger. I ended up getting lost at one point and I had no idea where I was. All I knew was I was heading towards the next town, Canton, because that is how he had described to me the direction in which the hotel room he had rented was in. I crossed two bridges and then my phone rang. It was him, telling me he was in town, on Main Street. I wondered how I could mess up his directions so badly, I had even overcome one of my biggest fears to get me to where I was, crossing the bridges with ice cold, rapid water flowing beneath them, which had recently been death traps to two other college students in town. I wanted to disappear, to be home, dry and safe. Tears slid down my face in fear, but seeing him was the most important thing on my mind at that point. I charged back across the bridges, sucking it all back up, trying to hide from the public that I was worried about anything in the world, because I just wanted to find my baby. I later found out that I was going the right way, but unknowingly he had taken the long way, which caused us to miss each other.
Eventually, we met up and walked back to my room, both of us drenched in water from the falling rain and growing puddles outside. I was dripping wet, and so was he but he looked better than ever with a band-aid on his cheek and his face dewy with raindrops. I wanted to hug him on the spot, to wrap my arms around him and not let him go ever again. I managed to restrain myself, knowing that having an attack of over excitement in the middle of Main Street would not be the best of ideas. I felt overjoyed seeing him again, seeing that he was really back, and cared enough to come and see me; Me, of all the girls in the world, he was with me.
Once we got back to my room we decided we weren’t going to walk outside in that weather for that distance again, so we called a taxi to take us to the room he had rented. Again, I restrained myself from latching on, just waiting for that moment to be in his arms again. Five minutes later the cab showed up and brought us back to room 14 at the “Nomad Motel”. It was something you would see on TV, but not in a ritzy love movie either, it more like a love story gone wrong in a hick town kind of place. It was a small room with everything old fashioned looking. The microwave that sat by the door looked like it had to have been one of the first models of microwaves ever made. The fridge standing beside it was none like any I had ever seen, and by looking at the walls and carpet, although clean, you could tell had survived many generations before me.
I set my backpack on the floor and took off my jacket and shoes, which were wet to the point I could feel the water on my skin. He looked at me with a depressing look of worry, apologizing to me for everything; for making me walk out in the rain, for the hotel not being fancy, for him not seeing me sooner. Every little thing that he worried about at that moment, he apologized for. I just wanted him to stop talking; I wanted to be close to him. After reassuring him what seemed like a million times, he just looked at me and smiled. I walked over closer to him, my heart pounding and my mind racing like crazy wondering what was going to happen in that room that night. His eyes were shining in the dim lamplight coming from the corner of the room, and he reached out towards me, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tightly to him. It was that moment when everything felt right; it felt as if no harm could ever be done to me, nothing could ever go wrong again. I squeezed him, with my head upon his chest, I wanted to hold the moment as long as I could, for eternity even, if there was a way to make it happen.

, ThatShuttsGirl