Sam looked at me soft. And she hugged me. And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her and her arms. And she kissed my cheek and whispered so nobody could hear.
“I love you.”
I knew that she meant it in a friend way, but I didn’t care.
After that, I couldn’t believe that Sam actually got me a present because I honestly thought that the “I love you” was it. But she did get me a present. And for the first time, something nice like that made me smile and not cry. She took me to her room and stood me in front of her dresser which was covered in a pillowcase with pretty colors. She lifted off the pillowcase, and there I was, standing in my old suit, looking at an old typewriter with a fresh ribbon. Inside the typewriter was a piece of white paper.
On that piece of white paper, Sam wrote, “Write about me sometime.” And I typed something back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. I just typed.
And I felt good that those were the first two words that I ever typed on my new old typewriter that Sam gave me. We just sat there quiet for a moment, and she smiled. And I moved to the typewriter again, and I wrote something.
“I love you too.”
yeahh soo why is my boyfriend looking at another girl like that …