Puddle Jumping(39)

Who knows? Maybe someday I’ll be his and he’ll be mine. And space or time won’t matter because we were meant to be.

But I won’t hold my breath. Life doesn’t usually work out the way we hope.

More than anything I want him to be happy. And maybe one day I will be, too.





There was a time when I believed I wasn’t going to fall in love. But I did.

This was followed by the thought that the boy I fell in love with could never love me back. But he does.

And he loves me in the very best way he knows how.

Four months passed while Colton was in England. My fears slowly dwindled the first time his face appeared over Skype. He didn’t make much eye contact initially and his attention diverted from me to the things around him, especially if his mentor was watching the television too loudly.

But we learned.

He had to find his way on his own. Make friends. Adapt to change. I could tell, even in those brief moments I had with him that he was changing. It was hard for me, knowing I didn’t have a part in it. But maybe, in some way, I did.

So we kept up the routine. Every Thursday at eight p.m. my Skype would ring. I made sure I was always in the dorm. And my roommate was out doing something else. She and I had an agreement.

“I miss you.” I watched his face through the screen as he stared at mine.

“I’ll be home in twenty-seven days.”

I smiled. “I know. And I’m really happy about that.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.” He grinned, like he meant it.

“Do you have anything you’d like to do when you get home?”

He nodded, his focus floating to the left of the screen. “I’d like to kiss you, if that’s all right with you.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

* * *

College was stressful that first semester, but the little moments I could get with Colton made me feel less anxious. More grounded. I had papers and homework up to my ears, though I couldn’t say that to the boy behind the screen.

I went out of my way to meet new people. Go to parties. Experience college. Never once did my friendship with Harper suffer. I didn't allow space between the new friends we’d made to alter the relationships we’d already had.

Friendship, as I’d once told my boyfriend, is important.

But I had space. I had time to find myself again.

The best thing about being apart was that I decided on my major. I focused on me. Set a goal that I would accomplish on my own.

I’ve had a lot of accomplishments in my life. I didn’t die. I graduated high school. I got into the college of my choice.

But I would never call loving Colton an accomplishment. It was an honor. It changed me. It made me actually become the person I’d tried so hard to be all those years ago.

So I don’t think it came as a surprise to anyone that being with my boyfriend had made me see things in a new light. I never would have known the type of person that I could be without having met him. If I had it in me to make a difference in one person’s life, why not others? Maybe one day I’d teach my own PEERS class and some cute boy would lean against the wall in a hallway and tell the girl that loves him, ‘Whatever’.

And I’d be there to see it happen.

The night I declared my major, ironically, was the first time he asked me about our situation.

“Do you wish I hadn’t left you?”

“Of course. I miss you. I wish you were here every single day. But you’re glad you went, right? Look at all you’ve accomplished.”

“I wish you could have come with me.”

“Me, too.”

It was something we hadn’t discussed before and my chest was hurting when we hung up.

I dreamed of him often and I worried about him constantly. And I thought, maybe when he came back home for Christmas, it would not be the same and the distance was too great for us to reconnect.

Maybe that would be the way a Hollywood movie about the subject would end.

But we’re more than that.

When that day came, I stood right next to Sheila, holding her hand, and raising a yellow sign with my boyfriend’s name on it while he departed the plane. I wasn’t surprised he hugged his mom first. But it was only because once his arms were around me, he didn’t let me go. Not through the airport. Not in the car. Just barely at his door to greet his dad.

Otherwise . . .

Nothing had changed. Not for the worse, anyway. No, in fact, it felt a hundred times better. Knowing what it was like to be apart made reconnecting so much sweeter.

He smelled the same. He felt the same. His eyes searched my face while he smiled and said my name over and over until I kissed him to quiet his whispers.

I stayed at his house and my parents didn’t even mind. I was an adult and could make my own decisions, and as long as the Neely’s didn’t object, I was free to do so.

On Christmas morning I held Colton’s hand while his parents stacked gifts all around us. Right before the unwrapping began, my parents showed up. I should have thought it was unusual, but it was Christmas morning, after all.

They settled by the fireplace and passed out their own presents, until we were surrounded by what felt like a wall of festive paper and shiny silver bows.

It didn’t take long for us to get through every single box. Thank yous were exchanged, and just when I thought I’d be free to change out of my pajamas and take a shower, Mrs. Neely bent down in front of me and placed an envelope in my lap.