Part two: my busy life doesn't allow me to write as much as I want...but I do have the ending semi-planned now. Also, I've added a new intro that changes things up a bit--so sorry if you get lost while reading this.
“I’d really miss you, Walt. I know teachers shouldn’t have favorite students, but over the past year or so you really have become mine.”
I had to look away so she wouldn’t see the smile that ate my face. After gaining myself again I replied, “I could still see you, if you’d let me.”
She didn’t look real surprised that I asked. I guess a women starts to notice when a man can’t hardly form whole sentences and has to keep wiping his brow when she comes around. Louisa didn’t really give a good answer, only bobbed her head a little bit in a “yes” sort of fashion. I think she was scared of me, but I was ten times as scared of her so I got to wonderin’ how I expected to ever marry her if the thought of holding her hand gave me a slight panic attack. Bout that time, we reached her place. Her high heels clicked up the wooden steps and I watched her walk to the door. She put her hand on the brassy knob.
“I don’t know if I’m good for you, Jett.” Her eyes got real sad and I saw ‘em start to glitter.
As quick as my boots would let me, I hopped up on that porch. “I know ya are, I’ve known it forever.”
When I remember that moment, I regret sayin’ that.
“How do you know?” She said real quickly.
Then a tear fell. What’s a man supposed to do when a woman cries? Especially when there sure ain’t a good reason to bawlin’. So real quick, my man self told me to kiss her, but I was too nervous. Instead I barely pecked my lips to hers, which hardly qualified as a kiss compared to my later ventures. It kinda brightened her up though so I was pretty proud of myself. I didn’t say nothing else after that, just hopped off the porch and moseyed on home.
It was cold that night and the crickets were chirppin’ up a mighty storm. My papa always said they did that a night to attract themselves a mate. I didn’t believe him or nothin’ but it was nice to hear it that night as I walked down the beaten path. Willow Street is the most traveled road in the county. I have made my own permanent set of foot prints in the dry sand as I walk it daily. I never take the back roads, always the wide ones.
The days flew back like a sandstorm. I dropped out of classes and spent every moment that I wasn’t workin’ with sweet Louisa. It was a secret; but like I said, people talk. And pretty soon the whole town was startin’ to plan our wedding for us. It was kinda fun, I’ll admit. Daddy’s workers would come up to me every once in a while, pattin’ me on the back, congratulating me on such a prize, asking how good she was to me. Only the problem was, Louisa would hardly come close to me. Said I couldn’t control myself. I got myself all angry and worked up about it, but I tried to remain a gentleman. Then, oh but then. She told me she loved me one night when we were walking through the forest. The leaves on all the trees had turned into a bright Autumn’s red. They loomed above us, swaying a whispering advice. I felt rage build up inside of me. Why would “love” do this to a man? And why couldn’t I say it back? Cause I knew I loved her, I already told you that I did.
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