I Knew I Loved You

Even though it had been a year, Adam still constantly tried to contact me. Everyday he would call me, or text me if he was busy. Sometimes I would get the occasional email, asking how I was.

He still hadn't known what he had done. Sometimes even I forgot what he did, it had been so long. But then I would remember that day in the studio, and everything that happened after.

I could still vividly see it, as if it had happened only an hour ago.

"Dillon! What are you doing?" Adam asked me as he walked onto the bus to see me furiously packing my bags. I had been hoping to make it out before he had come back.

"I'm going home." I said bluntly, shoving a bunch of crumpled shirts into my suitcase.

"What? Why?" He walked over to me, putting his hand on my shoulder. I shoved it back, and grabbed my bag.

"Don't act like you don't know." I glared, rolling my suitcase to the door. It opened and left a trail of my clothes. "... I'll send for my things." I said before I ran off the bus.

I had been so silly. I should have just told him what I had heard. And maybe everything would be okay.

Who am I kidding? He's 33, and I'm 19. Our entire relationship would be shunned, and my family would only consider it to be a joke.

But still; I couldn't help but remember everything I felt for him. I had never truly been over him. I thought I was at points, but then at those points, I would remember everything.

I had loved him. I saw myself even marrying him, and having a family. But it was too late for that.

I was stupid to let him go.

But I'd be even stupider to take him back. I knew my family would reject him, and most likely me as well. And it had been a year of me ignoring him. What would I say to him even?