Yellow Bananas (Part Ii)
We had a relationship that never was. She was my best friend. We
were spiritually inclined and emotionally attached to one another, but whether or
not we felt amorously toward each other was never clearly seen, understood, or
maybe, just not acknowledged. However, whenever anyone else would interfere
with "our time" together, we felt jealousy pull at our heart strings and were not
afraid to let each other know how we felt. And in turn, we endeavored to be more
understanding and considerate toward one another and our other friends.
Without realizing how soon and abruptly things would have to change,
I thought now would always be like then, when we were inseparable, anticipating
shared moments. Now, she's going home for the summer, and I'm graduating
and just going home.
"Things are changing," I said within myself, suddenly coming back to
my senses at the end of my thoughts, as we stood saturated cheek to cheek in
that sweet embrace. Slowly we separated, and Vicki got into her car and closed
the door.
"I love you, Stacey," she said rolling down her window and wiping tears
and rain from her rosy cheeks.
"I love you, Vicki," I said, as we hugged again through the window. I
didn't want to let her go in the reality of the moment.
But she said, "This is hard for me, but I need to go before the tears
start falling again." As I reluctantly nodded, she rolled up her window and slowly
drove away.
I watched her to the end of the road waving until she was out of sight.
Then tasting salt, I returned back through the Student Center past the "Smooch
Room" onto the Cafeteria. As I sat and peeled a banana I remembered her
words, "There are no good good-byes until the next hello."
I still love her.
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