Rollercoaster Love

     A quick love. 600 words or less. Less. We met on a Tuesday. Again on a Friday. At a party. I drank too much. You walked me home. Hand on my back to steady the turning world. Hands holding back my hair as I threw up in the bushes. Right outside the apartment I share with friends. College. Made sure I got inside, then you went home. On a Monday. Lunch that turned into dinner. Just talking I tell my friends. I am lying. Sorta. I put my hand beside yours and you held it. Exactly what I wanted. Again on a Friday. Another party but this is mine. I am in a sorority I did not want to join. Thank god I did, cause then I got to see your face again. I do not throw up this time. You do. Drive you home. Made sure you got inside, then I went home to clean up. Now on a Sunday. Breakfast that turns into lunch that turns into dinner that turns into making out on your couch. Just kissing I tell my friends. I am lying. Sorta. I played my favorite song and you danced with me. Exactly what I wanted. Then a Wednesday. Our first official date. In a restaurant downtown.You pay. Ice cream for dessert. I pay. You walk me home. I let you inside. Closed doors and quiet conversation. Made sure I fall asleep, then you went home. On a Saturday. A day together that turned into a night. Just sex I tell my friends. I am lying. Sorta. You are quickly turning into everything I wanted. More. I wake up to you on a Sunday. Farmer’s market and sweet whispers in my ear. Holding hands. Then a Wednesday. I missed you. You missed me, you say. Kissing. Hands on body. No room for more conversation. Until a Friday. Inside jokes and a movie. Simple. Perfect. Just love I tell my friends. I am not lying. I think we have something here. Then on Saturday. Night time. Another party. Giddy kinda drunk. We are swaying together to a song neither of us know the words too. I move your hands. You kiss my lips. We can’t remember the rest. Now it is Wednesday. We hang out with the same people. Falling fast. No butterflies around you. They can’t keep up with us. You introduce me as your girlfriend. I whisper in your ear. Promises I always keep. Then it is Friday. No day matters if I am not with you. At a bar. Drape your coat over my shoulders. Just drunk enough. Kissing me. Backs against the wall. Just us I tell my friends. I am lying. Sorta. Your kisses taste different drunk. On a Sunday. You bring Chinese. Quiet and simple. Not enough. I am running out of words. Until a Wednesday. I am saying all the wrong things. Over dinner. You are not saying anything. A kiss. In the rain. Just a rough patch I tell my friends. I am lying. Sorta. I just want to see you again. Apologize. Then a Saturday. I bring apologies. We are quickly ending. Someone told me. Once. Everyone has a love like this. At my age. Rollercoaster love. I wanted you to be an exception. I say goodbye to you on a Tuesday. Neither of us fight back. Too much. Too fast. Just a boy I tell my friends. I am lying.

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