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Long Distance Love

If Only Hawaii
Dedicated to Spencer

Submitted by Jayna

I sat on the upper deck of the ferry, my lips still burning from his velvet kiss. The burning in my lips turned to burning in my eyes, I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I could see his van driving away as the ferry's fog horn blew, and I didn't know when I would see him again.

I had a picture of his face etched in my brain from our magical summer exploring Hawaii. He was lovely to look at. Standing average with a lean build. His sun-dipped, cherubic face complimented by his silken brown eyes that kissed you on eye-contact. His rouge lips fumbled out his honey voiced words. I couldn't believe what had happened this summer. Would it last? Would I see him again?

We didn't have a dime for a month. We sat side by side in his Papa's old van, driving all over the place looking for odd jobs and cheap food, yet, no fighting, no awkward moments, all we did was fall in love. The radio turned up, my hair blowing in the hot, summer wind, I kept looking over at him in the driver's seat and all I could do was smile. Parked by the ocean, listening to the waves tuck the shore into night, I couldn't have set it up better if I had the chance. It was perfect. It felt like we were the stars looking down on the earth. Now, on the ferry, for the twenty-fifth time in four months, I sat there again, my heart aching from the all too soon departure. It was hard, saying good-bye all the time. Soon, two months, he's be moving here. It had been almost a year since we met and I had seen him every two weeks. Knowing he had read my love note, and he was driving away, I felt so lucky that somehow in all this confusion and mileage between us, in place of my own heart was his, and in place of his-mine.


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