You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you're with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit 'em
May 24th, 2010
My lungs burned as I kept running down the halls. My heart was pounding and my breathing got heavier with every step. I had to see him. I stopped when I saw his face. My best friend, his season was over, just like that, because of bright orange jerseys and an ugly logo.
“I’m sorry” I said walking towards him.
“I’ll be okay” Mike shrugged.
I stared up at him for a long minute, he was lying to me, “no you won’t Cams”
“We were so close” he whispered.
I just wrapped my arms around his neck, “I know” I mumbled, “I know”
He pulled back, “I need to get cleaned up, I’ll meet you at home tomorrow”
“See you then”
I trudged back through the hallway as tears gently fell down my cheeks. I stepped out into the muggy Philadelphia air and walked towards my car. It was hard to believe, it just didn’t feel right.
I heard a few cheers and voices from around the corner. As I turned they all looked at me and ran, I looked at my car, decked out a Montreal license plate and bumper stickers, trashed, covered in beer cans, Philly logos and many other things. I just sighed as I got rid of what I could off the car, especially those damn logos.
“Are you okay?”
I turned around and saw a bearded guy, it was dark so I really couldn’t tell any specifics.
“I’m fine” I huffed, “Damn Flyers”
He just chuckled, “Yah they’re ass holes aren’t they?”
“Every single one of ‘em. Now are you just going to stand there, or can you help?”
“Sure”
He stepped around the car and started pulling some of the stickers off the window. I looked up at him again, the street light allowed me to get a better look at him. He couldn’t be…
“Mike Richards?”
He just nodded, “That’s me”
“Dude, why didn’t you say anything, I just called you’re team a bunch of assholes”
“Well, it is somewhat true”
I just smirked, “I’m sorry”
“It’s not a big deal, it would take a lot more to get me down”
“Congrats by the way” I could barely even muster up a smile.
“I have a feeling you know someone on this team”
“How so?”
“You’re by yourself, in Philly, you have obviously been crying, which means you’ve taken this loss really personal”
“Mike’s my best friend” I said quietly.
“I’m sorry”
“Yah, I’m sure you are”
He just sighed, “Okay, forget I said anything”
“Whatever, I need to go”
“At least tell me your name”
“Julie”
“Am I going to see you again Julie?”
I just looked at him and noticed a sparkle in his eye. He seemed really genuine, and he was adorable too. He was also the enemy.
I grabbed a napkin from the backseat of my car, pulled a pen from the glove compartment and wrote down my number, “I suppose you can call me”
He just smirked, “I definitely will”
June 1st, 2010
I packed my suitcase and opened the front door, “I’m done, we’re done Mike”
“No we’re not”
“Yes, yes we are, I’m done putting up with your shit” I snapped.
“I promise, it won’t happen again” he whispered.
I placed my hand on my left cheek and felt the pang of a bruised cheek, from a right hook.
“I don’t believe you”
“I love you too much to let you go like this please, give me another chance”
His eyes were pleading, my face was throbbing and the tears started pouring out. He went into the kitchen and came back out with a back of frozen vegetables and placed it on my cheek.
“I had no right to be angry with you, it wasn’t your fault, please forgive me Jules”
I sighed and closed my eyes as I held the bag to my cheek, “One more chance Mike, and this is only because I love you”
