P.S. I Love You

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Hey! I added an author's note at the end of this, so please read it. I'm trying to decide on making this into an actual book. Please leave feedback and don't be afraid to ask questions; who knows, I might learn something from answering them haha! Xx -Alex

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1. One

 

“Perfect.” I smiled as my camera clicked, capturing the perfect moment in front of me. Anna squealed in excitement as her new fiancée picked her up and twirled her around. I walked forward and kept getting shots of them, smiling at their happiness. Why wouldn’t I be happy? Anna was my best friend and John was an amazing guy. She was lucky to have someone like him to care about her. Although, in my own opinion, getting engaged on Valentine’s Day was a tad cliché for my taste. Of course, I wasn’t about to say that to Anna. This was her moment and I would never take that away from her.

            “Carli, I’m getting married!” Anna ran at me and wrapped me in a big hug, John laughing behind her. “You did a great job keeping it a secret too,” She winked. I laughed and gave John a quick hug.

            “It was all John’s idea so thank him. I’m so happy for you two!” I kissed Anna’s cheek. I watched them walk away happily hand in hand, feeling a small twinge in my heart. One year ago, I lost that same happiness when…he died. I snapped out of my memory and sifted through my camera, looking at all the photos. I wasn’t going to edit any of them; they were exactly perfect. I was barely skimming them when something in the last shot caught my eye. I zoomed into the background more, focusing on the bridge. Was that…?

            I looked up from the camera to the bridge where I had seen him, but it was empty. I ran over, trying to feel his presence. All that remained was the wind. I looked back down at the picture, studying his image. It was definitely him; he was here.

            “Harry?” I called, not caring that everyone looked at me as they walked by. I looked around, trying to find him. “Harry, where did you go?” I looked to the bridge railing. There he was. He was deep in thought, holding a piece of paper in his hands. I ran over to him only for him to disappear again. He appeared again further down the bridge, lip reading the letter to himself. Before I caught up to him he disappeared again. I kept following him further and further away until I realized where I was, taking a deep breath in to settle the nerves. I walked up the gravel path, running my fingers over the flower bushes that lined it. I remember requesting that they had rose bushes planted. I guess they listened to me. I turned a corner and cut through the grass to the willow tree. I stood in front of Harry’s grave, letting it sink in.

            “Carli, you made it.” I turned my head to the tree as Harry came from behind it, a smile on his face. I looked him over, returning the smile. A lump rose in my throat.

            “Harry, what are you doing here?” He hadn’t come to see me since I finally accepted his death six months ago. I thought he had finally gone to rest in peace. Harry walked up to me, his warm and inviting scent coming with the wind.

            “I didn’t want you to be alone today. Remember that promise I made you?” His hand tilted my head up to look at him.

            “You made me a lot of promises, Harry,” I whispered.

            “I promised you that you would never be alone on Valentine’s Day. Do you remember?” He laughed a little, caught in the memory.

            “Of course I do, Harry. That was the day you told me you loved me. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.” I felt a tear roll down my face. He brushed it away gently.

            “I’m here to keep that promise, Carli. I’ve never broken a promise to you. Even when you thought I had left, I was always there for you!” Harry got excited and pulled me down, sitting in front of his headstone. “I was there the day that you got that promotion to Vogue and you celebrated by taking your mom out to dinner.”

            I smiled widely. “I still can’t get over how amazing that was! My mom started crying when I told her and we raved on about it the whole time we ate.”

            “When your boss sent you to Paris to do that photo shoot for Adele? I swear you were about to faint when she hugged you,” Harry chuckled.

            “I just about did! She was the nicest woman ever. Besides your mom, of course,” I winked. Harry took my hand in his, tracing every line.

            “The day that your sister was diagnosed with cancer and you cried so hard, I wanted to hold you so bad,” he whispered, taking my hand up to his lips as he kissed it. I felt the tears falling down my face.

            “I wanted you to be there to tell me it was all going to be okay,” I cried, blinking through my tears so I could see his face.

            “The day she died, I stood there with her, telling her you were going to be okay. I sent her off and promised I’d look after you.” I took his hand in mine, mimicking his actions.

            “I know you did. I saw you that day after everyone else left. But you couldn’t hear me when I called out to you. You weren’t completely there, I guess.”

            “No, I guess not,” he frowned. Then he looked back at me and smiled again. “But I’m here now and that’s all that matters.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a note. “I’m a little late in giving you this, but can I read it to you now?” I nodded and he opened it up, reading it.

            “Dear Carli,” he started, glancing up at my encouraging smile. “It’s been forever since I wrote you a note. We used to write each other all the time. I guess when I became busy it fell apart, like our relationship.” He stopped here, his voice catching. “I’m sorry I wasn’t around as often as I should have been and I hope this letter finds you well. Personally, I’ve been a mess trying to reorganize myself-you know how I am. I heard about your big promotion at work and I have to say I saw it coming. Who wouldn’t fall in love with your beautiful smile and amazing personality? I know I didn’t hesitate for one second to fall for you when we first met. Do you remember the day we met? It was in the park by the bridge. You were chasing after your mother’s new address and you ran into me, apologizing the whole time. It took me asking you out on a date for you to stop.” We both laughed at this. “After that date, I knew I wanted to be the one to make you smile like that for the rest of your life. I knew in that moment that I loved you; it just took me two years to say it. I’m sorry it took me so long and I’m sorry this letter is so poorly written. I just needed to tell you I love you so much and I’ll always be there for you. I hope you can forgive me and we can be back together again soon.” He folded the letter back up and put it into his back pocket. “Happy Valentines Day. Love Harry,” he finished.

            “I do love you Harry. I love you so much.” I looked into the sky, noticing the sun was setting. “Harry, the sun,” I said, pointing to it.

            “I know, Carli, I see it. It’s time for me to go,” he whispered. We stood up and I grabbed his arm.

            “You can’t leave me, not when you just arrived! Please, stay a while longer,” I begged. He just smiled at me.

            “But I’m not leaving. You may not see me all the time, but I will always be there with you through everything. I made that promise and I aim to keep it.” He leaned down and gently kissed my cheek.

            “I love you Harry,” I whispered, smiling as he walked back behind the tree, his figure slowly fading away. I closed my eyes, trying to keep his image alive.

            “Oh and Carli?” I looked up to see him leaning against the tree, a beaming smile on his face. “P.S. I love you.”

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