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Crazy Minds & Silly Stupid Love

Heart-warming, yet comical love story between two Forks High School students; Edward & Bella. She doesn't want to let him in, and he just can't keep his inexplicable feelings for her at bay, but an unexpected truth threatens to tear them apart. AH, AU. (Has adult rating because of strong language and sensuality in later chapters.) Preview: "Yes, because I can't see myself being with anyone else, but then with you," He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "It's like a movie in my head, and I want it. I want it more than anything else, and I want it with you."


19. Heart of Stone

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My breath caught in my throat at the sight of Edward leaning against his Volvo. The sight of him standing in the school parking lot for the first time in months was indescribable. I never thought I would see him standing beside that particular parking space again. That parking space has remained empty for so long; it is hard to believe Edward was really here, for now at least. A stabbing pain crept in my chest when I noticed Edward talking to Tanya Denali. He was laughing at something she must have said, and she was laughing with him.


The sudden hurt I felt was almost unbearable as I walked brusquely toward the main doors. I felt Edward's eyes on me as I walked past them, but I ignored the urge to look at him.

"Can I get back to you on that—I have to—" Edward's voice trailed off as I heard him jogging after me.

"Bella," he sighed now walking beside me. I ignored him as I hurried through the main entrance.

"Stop running away from me." He commanded as he grasped my wrist between his fingers, and spun me around to face him.

"What do you want, Edward?" I growled, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Can we talk?" He asked, gently this time.

"As if I have a choice." I retorted under my breath. His eyebrows rose.

"Don't play that card, not with me, Bella." He warned, glaring at me with dark eyes.

"Why are you, intentionally, trying to hurt me? Just go away. Please." I begged, holding his gaze for a long moment before I turned to walk away. I didn't think he would chase after me; he did.

"So that's what you think, then? That I'm trying to hurt you." He demanded angrily, and shook his head after a moment before his eyes met mine again.

"I've spent so much time trying to convince you that I love you, but I don't even know if you still love me." He murmured with sad eyes.

I sighed, "Edward."

"Just tell me. After everything I've put you through, can you still love me?"

"My feelings for you will never change." Edward sighed in relief, staring at me with a renewed sense of hope.

"If I asked you to spend the day with me, would you?" He asked, hesitantly.

"What about school? I can't miss another day." I admitted. He stared at me with pursed lips, debating.

"I'll have Carlisle take care of it," He said before continuing, "Just give me one day with you before you decide whether you still want to be with me." He pleaded.

"Okay." I agreed. I was already grounded for an eternity. Edward smiled triumphantly as he held his hand out to me. I took a deep breath before taking his hand in mine. Edward squeezed my hand in his as he hurried us back to his Volvo.

"What about my truck?" I wondered once we reached the Volvo.

"I'll have Emmett take care of it." Edward replied quickly as he held the passenger door open. I narrowed my eyes at his evasiveness, but Edward tried not to smile.

"Get in the car, Bella." He ordered. I obeyed his command and fastened my seat belt as he hurried around to the other side of the car.

"So, if I'm going to be spending the day with you, where are we going?' I inquired.

"We're going back to my house, if that's okay with you."

"That's fine." I assured.

"Good. Because I want to be alone with you, just you." He admitted.


The air was thick as Edward closed the front door behind us.

"Hungry?" He asked as he stood in front of me. I shook my head and Edward sighed, seeming to prepare himself for something. What is he thinking?

"There is something I want to ask you." He said suddenly. I waited, preparing myself for whatever he was about to ask.

"Come to Chicago with me." He murmured, quietly.

"What?" I uttered, bewildered.

"I'm going back to Chicago on Thursday for my mother's wake, and I want you to come with me." He continued.

"Edward, I can't just leave and go to Chicago with you. I can't afford to go anywhere, and Charlie would never agree to let me go." I am grounded for the rest of my life after all.

"You wouldn't be paying for it, Bella. I would pay for everything."

"I can't let you do that, Edward." I detested.

"Why not?" He demanded with narrowed eyes.

"I'm not going to let you spend all that money on me. It's too much."

"I have more money than I know what to do with, Bella." He informed me, his expression somewhat amused.

"I can't. I'm sorry." I murmured apologetically.

"I already broke my promise once, and I'm not going to make the same mistake I made when I left. Come to Chicago with me." He pleaded, looking me in the eyes.

"Why?" His lips pursed, frustrated.

"Because I need you."

"Charlie will never agree to this." I muttered as I sat on the living room sofa.

"Carlisle and Esmé will deal with him if you agree to go." He said reassuringly. I narrowed my eyes at him doubtfully as he knelt in front of me.

"They are two very persuasive people when they want to be." He chuckled, shaking his head at the thought.

"Fine, I'll go as I long as I, at least, get to pay for my plane ticket." I compromised.

"I already paid for your ticket, Bella." He said slowly, hesitantly.

"Why did you do that?" I demanded, glaring at him.

"We're leaving in a couple of days. I wanted to make sure you had a ticket if you agreed to go."

"I can't believe you." I scowled at him.

"Get over it." He chastised.

"No." I retorted, childishly.

"Always so stubborn." He muttered, staring at me through narrowed eyes.

"And you aren't?" I questioned, and Edward tried not to smirk at that.

"Touché," He replied, grinning crookedly.

"How long are you—we going to Chicago for?" I asked, curiously.

"Four days. Why?" He wondered, arching an eyebrow at me. I bit my lip trying not to frown.

"I can't miss another week of school, Edward." His eyes narrowed.

"Exactly how many days have you missed?" He questioned disapprovingly.

"Too many, and this is pushing it." His lips pursed in contemplation for a moment.

"We'll take care of it." He sighed. He wasn't happy with me, that's for sure.

"I will never forgive myself for leaving you." He muttered as he sat beside me on the sofa, putting his head in his hands.

"Don't start," I warned as his eyes shot to mine. "You didn't have a choice."

"When was the last time you ate?" He asked, suddenly.

"This morning, why?" His fingers clasped my chin forcing me to look at him. I stared at him questioningly.

"Are you lying?" He demanded.

"No." I lied, prying his fingers away from my face as I crossed my legs, and turned away from him.

"You need to eat." He insisted as he stood before taking my hands in his and pulling me up from the sofa.

"I'm not hungry." I blurted. Edward stopped abruptly and spun around to face me.

"When was the last time you ate, Bella?" He repeated with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Yesterday afternoon." I admitted. Edward spun back around wordlessly, and gestured for me to follow him into the kitchen.

"What would you like—we have frozen dinners, leftover pizza—" He trailed off, glancing at me.

"Scrambled eggs?" I said, as though it was a question. His lips pursed apprehensively.

"Two?" He asked. I nodded as he pulled out a carton of eggs from the refrigerator, and I watched as Edward rummaged through the top shelves for a bowl and slowly took out two eggs from the carton. He glanced between the bowl and eggs as though he had no idea what to do.

I bit my lip trying to hide my laugh at his failed attempt to crack an egg. The egg crushed in his hand and the yolk splattered into the bowl. I could see cracked pieces of the shell that fell into the bowl. I coughed trying to hide another laugh.

Edward glared at me before snatching another egg from the carton, and looking very concentrated as he cracked another egg into the bowl. This time was better at least; he didn't get any shells into the bowl.

"Do you need help with that?" I asked as I pointed to the bowl.

"No." He growled, grabbing a pan from the cabinet.

"You need to get the shells out first." I said. Edward gave me a confused look

I chuckled before responding, "Let me do it." I murmured, pushing him aside. Edward stood with his arms crossed, and a smirk on his face.

"Enlighten me." He said, amused as I began to pick out the egg shells.

"Can you start spreading butter on the pan?" Edward pursed his lips.

"Please, don't tell me you can't even do that?" I asked incredulously, trying not to laugh at his expression. He shook his head slowly.

"You're the teacher, Miss Swan, teach me." He grinned crookedly. I really hate his smile, itbugs me. I thought as I turned to turn on the stove.

"You can lose the grin, Edward." That just made him grin more. Damn him.

"Make me." He retorted wickedly. I shook my head at him, and nudged his shoulder, pushing him backwards a little.

"You are a little too close for comfort." I murmured. His eyebrows rose in disbelief.

"Oh, I can get much closer." He murmured seductively, as he slowly stepped towards me with a predatory look in his eyes.

"How close?" I challenged. He stood inches away from me, staring down at me with blazing green eyes, and I could feel his warm breath on my face.

"Close enough to make you blush." He teased arching an eyebrow at me.

"Or I could get even closer, causing your heart to race." He whispered as his hands clasped around my waist, and pulling me against him. A devilish smirk appeared on his lips. Let the games begin. I ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, and barely grazed my lips against his, causing his breath to hitch.

"And you don't think I can do the same to you?" I whispered, not letting my lips touch the shell of his ear. Edward groaned as his fingers clasped tighter around my waist.

"I never said you couldn't." He whispered hoarsely.

"No, but you implied it." I corrected, slowly running my hands down his chest and back up again. Edward shivered in response staring at me with dark, wanting eyes.

"Bella, why are you doing this to me?" He whispered, looking confused and hurt as my eyes also narrowed in confusion.

His eyes were guarded as he spoke, "Being with you like this—it's torturing me." He admitted quietly, and guilt washed over me like a tidal wave.

"I'm sorry, I didn't—I was just—" I stopped, not knowing how to finish that sentence.

"Lost in the moment, I know, I was too."

"Edward, you do know that I still love you, right?" Edward smiled, and laced his fingers between mine.

"I'm glad." He murmured as he glanced behind me with a frown on his face.

"I should take you home." He whispered with quiet disappointment. Home? I am home, aren't I?

"I don't want to go home." I admitted. A small smile appeared on his lips.

"Let's not push Charlie anymore than we have to. I've already gotten you to agree to come with me to Chicago," He suggested.

"I'm sure he'll love to air his views on that matter." He added with a sarcastic chuckle, before pressing his lips to my forehead and pulling away.

"What if I seduced you into letting me stay?" I wondered inquisitively. Edward jolted to a halt in front of me as he spun around to face me with a disapproving expression.

"Now, that I would love to see, but not today."

"Well, if you are so enticed by the idea, why not?" Edward stared at me equivocal for a moment before sauntering towards me with a sigh.

"As tempting as you are, and as tempting as the idea may be; I am not willing to risk what ever chance I may still have with you."

"Being a gentleman is a great quality, Mr. Cullen, but sometimes it can get on a girls' nerves." Edward cracked a grin.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Miss Swan." He replied.

"I was not trying to flatter you. I was simply stating a matter of fact." I corrected.

"It is only a matter of fact in your opinion, Miss Swan." He countered, seeming to enjoy this little game, or love fest.

"There is no negotiating with you, is there?"

"No." He said, shaking his head slightly with a smile. I glared at him.

"You are extremely irritating." I said, emphasizing each syllable as I poked his chest with my pointer finger.

"And you are the most stubborn woman I have ever met." He replied, interlacing his fingers with mine before giving me a quick chaste kiss on the lips.

"I will carry you to the car if I have to." He warned, twisting me around back toward the front door. I scowled and trudged forward because he knew I didn't like to be carried, but he would probably be ecstatic if I ever asked him to. I could almost see him grinning from ear to ear as he followed me out to his car.

Edward's dark eyes met mine once he shifted the gear into park. There were so many unspoken words hidden in his eyes, but I was afraid of what those words might be and couldn't find it in me to ask what he was thinking.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Edward nodded brusquely.

"Bye, Edward." I murmured.

"Sweet dreams, Bella." He spoke softly.


"Maybe, I'm just not understanding, Bells, but he left you—for months—and now he wants you to go to Chicago with him?" Charlie questioned, doubtful.

"He wants me to be there, and I want to be there for him." I tried to reason. Charlie shook his head vigorously.

"He wasn't there when you needed him, Bella. Why should you have to be there for him?" He argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't have to be there for him, but I want to be there, and he wants me to be." Charlie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

"Is the rest of the Cullen family going, or is it just him?"

"They're all going, and...Edward already paid for my ticket." Charlie's eyes bulged out of his head.

"Edward paid for your ticket," He repeated slowly as though he was not expecting that, at all. Charlie stared at me with a contemplative expression before he said, "I don't know if I'll be able to trust him again after what he did to you, Bells. But, I know my daughter well enough to that you love him, and from what I've seen, I'm pretty sure Edward loves you too." This was the first time he was being completely honest with me about Edward, and I found myself not knowing what to say, or how to react to Charlie's sudden honesty.

"...I don't know what to say," I admitted, dumbfounded. Charlie took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was about to say next.

"You have my permission to go to Chicago, Bells," He said, in acquiescence. "With, Edward. Under one condition." He added, anxious.

"What's the condition?"

"Be safe." He said simply. I knew he meant that in every sense of the word.

"I will, always. Thank you, I love you, Dad." I choked, my voice full of emotion as I hugged Charlie for the first time since I've been here.

"Okay, off you go." Charlie murmured awkwardly as I pulled away. I chuckled.

"You make sure to remind Edward that I am the Chief of Police." He muttered. For some reason, I smiled at that.

"Okay, Dad." So, I went upstairs to pack, and only after making a quick phone call to Edward.

"Bella?" He answered, after the second ring.

"Hey, I have news." I said, nonchalant.

"What is it?" He asked, curiously. I took a deep breath before answering. I knew he was going to flip in a second.

"Charlie agreed to let me go to Chicago with you." I said slowly, giving him a moment to take that in. It might not seem like it was big news, but to Edward, it was huge. The other line was silent for a long moment.

"Edward?" He isn't speechless, is he?

"Give me a minute, Bella." He gasped. I held back a laugh.

"Please, tell me you aren't kidding." He begged after a moment.

"I'm not kidding you, I swear." I promised him.

"What—how did you—I don't," He trailed off, at a loss for words.

"I don't know what happened, Edward. I can't explain it." At least, not through the phone, I couldn't.

"You have no idea how relieved I am right now." We were both quiet for a moment.

"Bella?" He asked, his voice gentle.


"I love you." He said softly.

"I know."

The following night, Edward came to pick me up, and take me back to his place for the night. We were flying to Chicago early tomorrow morning, alone. The rest of his family had decided to fly in late tomorrow afternoon, because Carlisle is needed for surgery at the hospital in the morning. Well, that's the main reason they didn't book the same flight as Edward and I.

"Carlisle and Esme thought it would be nice to give us a little alone time before they meet up with us at the hotel, late tomorrow night." Edward admitted with a shrug. We were in his bedroom, and I was curled into his side with my head resting against his chest.

"That was awfully nice of them." I muttered. Edward chuckled, lacing my fingers between his.

"They're only being so generous because I'm with you, and they approve of you. They don't want me to be with anyone else." He snorted, rolling his eyes.

"I'm glad they seem to like me so much." I admitted.

"They love you, Bella. Even Emmett." He said honestly, but laughed at the mention of Emmett. I giggled.

"Nice to know." I chuckled, trying to hide a smile.

"And, of course, you know that I love you." He murmured, tilting his head slightly to look at me. I leaned forward, lifting my head to kiss his lips.

"I love you, too" There, I said it. Hopefully, now, he'll stop trying to pry it out of me.


Edward and I walked hand in hand to the gate to wait for our flight to be called. I sat down, exhausted, from all the walking as Edward set our bags on floor before sitting in the seat next to me, and wrappedd his arm around me, pulling me into his side.

"I'm glad you are coming with me this time." He murmured. I smiled.

"Me too." Edward smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

A short while later, our flight was called. Edward took my hand in his after grabbing our bags and led me toward the boarding gate.

"Have a great flight." The flight attendant said, flashing a flirty smile at Edward. I arched an eyebrow at the woman challengingly. She quickly looked away, flushing in embarrassment. Stay away from my man! I thought as I walked past her.

"Care to explain why you were so rude to that woman back there?" Edward questioned as he settled into the seat next to me.

"You attract too much female attention." I answered simply. Edward cocked an eyebrow at me, looking amused.

"And that bothers you?" He wondered, trying not to chuckle.

"A bit, yeah." Edward' pursed his lips, hiding a smile.

"I feel the same way." He conceded dryly.

"I don't get any male attention, so you have nothing to worry about."

"In your biased opinion." He corrected. I stared at him dubiously.

"I'm pretty sure Mike Newton is into you, but he's too afraid of me to try to sabotage our relationship. Tyler Crowley is infatuated with you, but he knows you are with me and doesn't have the self-confidence to try to win you over. Shall I continue? There is more." I stared at him wide-eyed, and in utter disbelief.

"Okay, fine. You win." I muttered. He grinned victoriously.

"Ugh! Do I have to sit next to you for the next four hours?" I complained. Edward smirked, wickedly.

"The price so many girls would pay to be seated where you are now is priceless and yet, here you are whining about having to sit next to me." He bragged, shaking his head at me in mock disappointment.

"Such a shame." He sighed, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Then, I'm sure that nice woman over there won't mind sitting here if I asked." I challenged, pointing towards an old woman sitting across from us. Edward glanced at her for a moment before his eyes flashed back to mine horrified.

"You are one evil woman, Miss Swan." I smiled to myself in satisfaction.

"Never challenge me to a game you know you can't win, Mr. Cullen." Edward crossed his arms over his chest with an amused expression on his face.

"You like playing games with me, don't you?" He guessed, seeming entertained by the idea.

"Well, no, playing board games with you is boring because you like to cheat." I reminded him.

He chuckled, "I would never."

"Please." I rolled my eyes.

"I wasn't talking about board games, Bella."

"Oh, so what kind of games were you talking about?"

"I think you know exactly what kind of games I am talking about."

"Not a clue."

"Liar." He laughed, pulling me into his side as I rested my head against his shoulder.

"Get some rest. It's going to be a long flight." He whispered into my hair. Ever since that day we spent together at his house, it felt as though Edward and I never broke up, and that I had forgiven him the moment he showed up on my doorstep. Have I already forgiven him? Yes, that much was clear at least, but was I ready to be with him again? That I didn't know. It would be too easy to take him back; I could, right now, if I wanted to, but something was still holding me back. I pushed those thoughts away and tried to fall asleep.

"Bella," Edward whispered, planting kisses along the side of my face.

"Wake up. We're here." He murmured, brushing strands of hair away from my face.

"Mmhmm." I groaned, fluttering my eyes open to meet a pair of green eyes staring back at me. There was a soft smile playing on his lips as his arm wrapped around my waist, lifting me up off the seat.

"Do you want me to carry you?" He asked gently. I shook my head as Edward's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to his side as he led me off the plane. Edward never let go of me as we waited at the luggage claim for our belongings.

"One moment." Edward murmured into my ear before hurrying to grab our bags from the luggage carousel. He returned to my side moments later, carrying both our bags on his back and our travel bags in one hand. He wouldn't let me carry my luggage, the bastard.

"Let's go." He said, taking my hand in his as he led me through the crowd of people waiting for their bags to the airport entrance. As soon as we walked outside I noticed a man standing with a sign that said "Cullen". I glanced up at Edward, surprised he didn't have some sporty sixty thousand dollar car rented out for the next four days.

Edward gave me a fleeting look, "Ostentatious, isn't it?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're terrible." I responded with a laugh. Edward winked as he held the passenger door open for me.

"So, where are we staying at?" I wondered, curiously. Edward looked sheepish for a moment.

"Where to, sir?" The driver asked.

"Please, don't scare the driver, Bella." He pleaded. Is he joking?

"The Ritz-Carlton hotel." My jaw fell from its sockets, if that was even possible.

"That's a five-star luxury hotel, Edward." I gasped, breathless. His eyebrows rose in response to my reaction.

"Is there a problem, Bella?" Uh, no shit, Sherlock.

"We're only going to be here for four days." I exclaimed.

"And?" He implored.

"That's a whole ton of money for one short trip."

"My family can more than afford the costs, Bella." He assured me.

"But, we're not here on vacation, Edward."

"No, we're not." He agreed lowly.

"So, why the five-star hotel?" I asked.

"Carlisle and Esmé wanted to make this as easy as possible-for all of us. They just hoped that having a nice hotel to stay at while we are here would be more suitable." He shrugged.

"Oh," I muttered, feeling a little stupid, "I'm sorry." Edward smiled, taking my hand in his and pressed his lips to my knuckles.

"You don't have to apologize, Bella."

Once we arrived at the hotel, Edward insisted on carrying our luggage, and only let me carry my backpack. Ugh!

"Reservation for Cullen."

"Carlisle?" Edward nodded.

"Here is your keycard and you are in suite 2226B, on the twenty-second floor. Have a wonderful stay."

"Thank you." Edward replied, reaching for my hand as he led me towards the elevator.

I gasped as we entered the suite we would be staying in for the next four days, turning around to face Edward with a stunned expression. Edward's eye crinkled at me in confusion.

"What?" He asked, shrugging slightly.

"Nothing." I sighed, shaking my head slowly.

"You think it's too much." Edward stated calmly. I bit my lip, trying to hide it as I met his gaze. A small smile played on his lips as he took three small steps toward me.

"We can try to get another suite if it will make you more comfortable." I shook my head.

"It's not—it's just—I'm not used to luxury, I guess." I admitted with a shrug. Edward chuckled, lacing our hands together between us.

"Well, get used to it because as long as you are with me, it is a part of the package deal." He grinned with a wink. I rolled my eyes, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head against his chest. Edward's hands slid down my waist to my hips as he rested his chin on the top of my head after pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"There's something I should probably tell you." He murmured after a moment. I lifted my head to meet his eyes. He stared at me looking unsure for a moment.

"Out with it, Cullen." I warned. He chuckled.

"There's only one bed." I raised my eyebrows at him. So?

"The bed is yours, Bella. I'll be sleeping on one of the sofas." He assured, pulling me tighter against his chest so I could not withdraw from his arms. This suddenly angered me.

"No, Edward." His eyes narrowed at me in confusion.

"You bought my ticket so I could come with you, and you are going to have to pay for all my expenses while we're here because we both know I can't afford it, and now you want me to take the bed, so you can sleep on the sofa. I don't think so."

"You're taking the bed, Bella." There was no arguing with him on this subject, I could see that much already.

"No—I'm not." I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest. If this was going to turn into World War lll, then, so be it.

"This isn't up for negotiation, so don't even try to argue with me." He warned.

"How big is the bed, Edward?" I asked curiously. His eyes widened, confused by the question.

"Queen size. Why?" I huffed loudly, and held back a sarcastic laugh.

"I sure as hell am not sleeping in that huge bed alone." The vulnerability of what I was asking slowly crept in, but I pushed it back. I would beg him to stay with me, even if that just meant for tonight. Edward looked torn as he took three strides towards me.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to say no to you right now?" He asked, the desperation and pleading clear in his tone.

"Then, don't." I could see the fight in his eyes between what he wanted to do and what he had planned to do, but, of course, I never do or say what he expects. Edward groaned, giving in as he threw me over his shoulder, and walked us towards the bedroom.

"I didn't ask for you to carry me, you know." I stated pointedly, crossing my arms over my chest just as we entered the bedroom

"You didn't have to." He replied gravely, tossing me over his shoulder onto the bed as I grabbed for the front of his thermal shirt, and pulled him down with me. His arms shot out to stop from squashing me between him and the bed. Edward hovered over me with his eyes locked on mine, causing a sudden spark of electricity to pass between us. I couldn't remember the last time we had been in such an intimate position. His lips, so close to mine, but, yet, so far. My fingers tangled in the hair on the back of his head, and ever so slowly brought his lips to mine. Edward's lips sealed mine in a short chaste kiss.

"You're driving me insane." He murmured against my mouth. Ever so softly, his fingers descended down my waist to my knee before hitching my leg up against his hip as he continued to kiss me.

"It's nice to know that I'm not the only one going insane." I responded, breaking our kiss.

Edward looked uncertain for a moment. "I'm not going to be able to stop if we keep going." He admitted quietly.

"Do you want to stop?" I know I didn't want to stop, but I wasn't sure about him.

"No, of course, I don't, Bella. But, it's the right thing to do. Do you remember when we agreed to take things slow?" I nodded.

"I would like to keep it that way, for a while at least." I sighed, pursing my lips as I thought this over.

"Okay," I agreed. "But, can we still continue to make-out like teenagers, and more preferably in this position?" Edward's whole body shook with laughter, his head falling to rest against my chest. I laughed with him, lost in the moment. He may have left me for four months—with no word from him, and nothing but the memories I had of him—but he came back, still wanting to be with me. I realized in that moment, it isn't worth loosing him forever because life gets in the way sometimes. Even in love.