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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 75 of 307 As a matter of fact, I was not an RM when she married Ben. I wouldn't be released from my mission for two more weeks. I laughed and laughed. I was probably punchy from the lack of sleep but I was able to forgive her and carry on. And here she was this fine Sunday morning, right before Sacrament Meeting, standing in front of me beside Kayla. "So, Nephi," Kayla whispered like we were all three of us in high school. "Are you going to talk to Meg today?" "Hey Julia." I smiled. I'd be lying if I told you it didn't take a little extra effort. "Hey, Nee." Don't reel. Don't reel. She used to call me Nee when she would play with my hair and stare into my eyes and proclaim her love. Don't reel. All the scabs came ripping out of the empty area where my heart used to be. Could they feel the celestial wind blowing through me? Oh my God; how beautiful Julia was. And I never kissed her. „It was my own hallway meltdown, and I needed to talk. Words needed to come out of my mouth. Something that was not about how beautiful she was or how I wanted to die or how the wind of the cosmos was blowing through the hole she had torn in my chest. I turned to Kayla, "Yeah, I was thinking of asking her out." |
