I Can Be Your Everything

by Brittany Spicer

April 6, 2013: My 19th year alive.

Who is the ONE person I actually want to see besides my family? You. If only for an hour. You.

I thought you were actually getting off early and were going to surprise me and come eat with me and my family.

But you were working. I know you HAVE to work. It didn't make me mad because I know you HAVE to do it. I was upset because you blammed me for not seeing you on my birthday.

I wanted to see you, yes. But I figured you would make the effort to see me. Sorry that I didn't text you back. USUALLY you text me saying when you DO leave, shortly after you say "getting ready to leave."

I would've texted you back if I'd known we'd be broken up now.

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April 7, 2013: The first day of being 19.

I don't remember much, except you worked all day again. I wanted to come to your house. The one decision I've made in a long time.

You wouldn't let me.

You don't ever want me over.

You don't want to be at your house. I don't want to be at mine either.

I would've let you come over if I'd known we'd be broken up now.

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You decided in the shower.

That's like 30 minutes.

30 minutes to end a year and two month relationship?

You crushed me.

You hurt me.

You won't even let me talk.

"I told you I'd call you."

The last time I heard that, I never got a call back.

You tell me "We'll meet in person, maybe it can work out. I don't know."

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Hope.

You gave me hope.

False hope?

I hope not.

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April 8, 2013: Will I ever stop crying?

Wake up.

Cry.

Shower.

Cry.

Clean.

Cry.

Homework.

Cry.

Try to sleep.

Cry.

Drive.

Cry.

Tan.

Cry.

Homework.

Cry.

Cry.

Cry.

Call you.

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"Are you coming over?"

"I'm dirty. It's 8:30. When I leave, it'll be 9. Shower. 9:30. Then by the time I'm ready, it's 9:45."

"So probably not."

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Hang up.

Cry.

Cry.

Cry.

Cry.

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Brittany. What is wrong with you. It's not the end of the world.

One more day that goes by.

One more day that I miss you like crazy.

One more day that you're getting over this.

And another day I wish I was yours.

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"Do I need to take my ring off?"

Your hesitation gave it all away.

Yes.

With how you reacted the last time I took it off, you freaked out.

This time...

a hesitation.

"If you want."

If I want?

If I want?

What do I want?

I want to be your girlfriend. I want you to be my boyfriend. I want to be together. I want to be best friends.

I want to be everything you've ever wanted.

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