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The Beach

I have to make it to him before he gets on that bus!

I ran up the street.My mind racing with the happenings of the past days with him. I turned to cornor and began to run down the boardwalk. Almost there I thought. I saw the bus…it is pulling away! NO! But I was too late. By the time I got there it was gone. Damn.

I turned to look down the beach.And there he is, laying on the sand, looking up at the sky. Ryan!He’s still here!

I ran down the beach and dove down next to him.

“I’m sorry!,” I said, “I was wrong. I do love you! I do! I just wasn’t sure of it! Well, I was, I just didn’t want to believe it!”

Ryan looked at me.He closed his eyes for a second, then opening them he siad, “I just had to tell you. I didn’t know what you’d say.”

“Well, I do. And why are you still here?” I asked.

“I was hopeing you would come around.” He smiled embarrassedly.

I laugh. I bent down and kissed him, letting my hair fall down. Acting as a tent over us. We lay there, forehead to forehead, happy again.

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