It was a promise that I’d always wait for her. When she’d make me wait, and I enthusiastically did so. In a way I saw it as a promise between us. That nothing between us would ever change. To reassure me that everything would be fine. “Luke,” she’d say and wait, “I love you.” It was all she had to say to calm me down. I’d sit by her bed every night, holding her hand, wishing everything would just be okay. She’d lay in her hospital bed, doing her best to suffer in silence so I didn’t know how bad things were.
And no matter how many times she did it, the excitement I felt never withered. I’d turn eagerly waiting for the three words that always followed the pause. Always told me my face would light up like a kid on Christmas the second she called my name. “I love you.” It was something she had done since the first time she told me she loved me. I’d turn to her and patiently wait for what usually came next. She’d do this thing where, no matter where we were, no matter what we were doing, she’d just randomly call my name. A name I never loved as much as when it was rolling off her tongue. The thing I missed the absolute most about her though, is the way her eyes lit up every time she’d call my name. She laughed so hard tears started rolling down her cheeks. But as soon as she saw me, she just busted out in fits of giggles. A clear sign of someone who’s had the most impossible morning. With a purple blouse, red shorts, two-left shoes, with dirt smudged against her skin. When I arrived, there she was, sat on the side of the road. Little did I know, she didn’t need saving at all. “I got a flat.” was all she said, and I dropped everything I was doing to go be her knight in shining armor. It was about an hour after her scheduled appointment when I got a call from her. But her misfortune wasn’t over quite yet. After 20 minutes of digging around in the garden, she finally found them. After she had sped to get ready, she realized her keys were missing, and Alfie happened to be a lot dirtier than usual. If waking up late wasn’t bad enough, she was dog-sitting her best friend’s puppy, Alfie – who we, unfortunately, discovered was a bit of a kleptomaniac. There was this one time, she had some really important appointment she had to get to, but her alarm didn’t go off when it was supposed to. That’s something else I miss about her, the way she could find humor in any situation, no matter how frustrating. I’d beg her to stop because she was drawing attention to us, but she never cared. I feel ashamed as I remember how I used to let it embarrass me sometimes. She’d laugh and dance around just because she felt like it. Like the way she’d turn any floor into her stage. While I wait, I think back on the beautiful life I once had with her, and all the things I missed about it. She’d never forgive me if I finished it all before she had a chance to get any. I sip on half of it, and then leave the rest for her. I eat half the blueberry bagel, but I wrap the other half up tight. I wait a while, but after the first 40 or so minutes, I start to get hungry. Then I sit on this bench at 2:47 exactly and wait. But since she’s been gone, I’ve found some sort of odd appreciation for it). Three quarters orange juice, one quarter lemonade – just like she likes it (I always thought it was the strangest combination. I grab her favorite blueberry bagel from the café across the street, and a drink. I purchase her favorite flowers from a nearby florist. It’s probably because every time I come here, I do the same thing. After the first couple of visits, all the Tuesday’s just started blurring together.
If my calculations are correct, this is the 6th, or maybe 7th time I’ve come here since she left me. But I can’t risk her coming back and me not being here. I know I’m a fool to think she’ll ever show up here. Summary: Luke lost you, but he continues to wait for you to return to himĮvery Tuesday at 2:47pm. Based On: “The Man Who Can’t Be Moved” by The Script
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