Shema....

It was in the ninth grade.
I was sitting on the floor at the library, by the metaphysics section.
I was unaware of you watching me.
Oddly, I had never even seen you before.
I just looked up and you were there…..

You smiled and said," I’ll be sitting over at that table if you want to talk to me."
I was shell shocked…..
You were so strange, and yet, beautiful.
You didn’t even give me time to answer.
I grabbed a book without any idea of its content and walked over.

How we went from strangers to lovers is beyond me.
I don’t even think we talked about it.
As if it needed to be said, I would have fallowed you anywhere.
We kissed in the halls between every class and exchanged letters.
We talked on the phone until mourning.

I loved being around you. But you never told me you were moving.
It was the fourth day since I met you.
I did not find you waiting at the entrance for me that morning.
Another girl, whom I have never met nor seen after, gave me your letter.
You said you were crying as you were writing this…

You said by the time, I read this you will be in Virginia.
You were sorry and wanted to tell me, but I had made you so happy.
You simply could not bare it.
You never even told me your last name.
I must have read it a thousand times in detention.

None of my friends ever asked about you.
I remember feeling hurt by that.
Now I wonder……..
What I have never told you, was that before we met, I was planning to end my life.
You found me at the metaphysics section, because I wanted to know if there was in fact, life after death.

Now I wonder……… will you be waiting.