I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am

I’m leaving tomorrow.
I’m really happy.
But kind of sad at the same time.

The staff threw me a little goodbye party today.
A bunch of people came, but the one who didn’t come stood out to me the most.

I found Reynolds later, out in the courtyard, just looking up at the sky.
He looked so sad, and I knew it was my fault.

I sat down and put my hand over his.
Are you okay?
He just shook his head.

I’m so sorry.
He nodded this time, and put his arm around me.

I’m just going to miss you.
I am happy you’re getting out though.
He’s so kind, and understanding.

I’m going to miss you too.
But you’re going to get out of here soon, right?
I’m praying that he gets out.
Maybe then, I can finally have what normal teenagers have.

Maybe.
I hope so.
I’ll be on my best behavior, just for you.
He’s so sweet.

I’m going to miss you so, so much.
Don’t get into any trouble, okay?
I want you out as quick as possible.

I promise.
And then he kissed me.

It was quick.
Yet it was the most amazing moment of my life.

My first real kiss.
At least, the first one where we both wanted to kiss each other.

He kissed me one more time before I had to go and finish up talking with my doctor.
This time it was longer.
My head was spinning.

We parted ways with a hug and a goodbye.
It was one of the saddest things I’d ever had to do.

But maybe, just maybe,
I’ll see him again soon.