Only at Night

By February of my freshman year, Nathan and I had been together for around five months. By together, I mean that he would stop by my bedroom window almost every night.

When we got sick of my room, he would drive us into the city to have coffee in some 24-hour, hole-in-the-wall diner. Other nights, he would drive us around the countryside for hours on end. We had a few places where we would stop, like rock pits and dead ends. Sitting there in each other’s arms. Existing. Watching for shooting stars until the sun came up, and I’d have to sneak back into my house.

Not being able to see Nathan until night was hard. Hard, annoying, and painful. I guess I just got used to it after a while though, because that was the way it seemed it had to be.

But the school days were easier to get through; since I had something wonderful to look forward to once night fell.

 2002-01-07 - 11:48 p.m.

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