Yellow Bananas (Part I)

Today it rained. It poured. Making several trips from Vicki's dorm room to pack her car with her belongings and our memories, we got drenched, even with our raincoats on. As we finished and stood by her car, I saw tears, unhindered by rain, stream down her face. I drew nearer when she said, "Stacey, I miss you already," and we held each other in a long firm, yet tender, embrace, as we had done so many times before. "I L.O.V.E. U," we would whisper and sign and point the two fingers at one another. Then, she would disappear through the Student Center's "Smooch Room", and I would return to Robert's Hall. In the Student Center is where we met through a mutual friend. Vicki stood about 4'11" with short frosted sandy brown hair. She had small hands and feet, but the biggest most beautiful smile with bright blue eyes. I had a boxed haircut and stood 5' 10"- 6' 2" with the hair. We were introduced and then sat on a sofa. Though barely acquainted, we opened up to one another. She allowed me to help her through some trying times she faced within her family, and she gave me advice and support in my present relationship. Day and night we began spending more time together. Our lives began grafting into one life; naturally and without force, we took on each other's interests- music, events, jokes, scriptures, television, her attraction to yellow... Vicki loved the color yellow, and she liked bananas. She didn't eat them, but she would peel one (or two) for me everyday in the cafeteria. (Some thought it was suggestive.) She pretended to be upset if I ever peeled it myself, so I would get another one for her. Then we would go spend quality and quantities of time together, publicly and privately. We felt it was purely platonic.