Yellow Bananas (Part Ii)

We had a relationship that never was. She was my best friend. We were spiritually inclined and emotionally attached to one another, but whether or not we felt amorously toward each other was never clearly seen, understood, or maybe, just not acknowledged. However, whenever anyone else would interfere with "our time" together, we felt jealousy pull at our heart strings and were not afraid to let each other know how we felt. And in turn, we endeavored to be more understanding and considerate toward one another and our other friends. Without realizing how soon and abruptly things would have to change, I thought now would always be like then, when we were inseparable, anticipating shared moments. Now, she's going home for the summer, and I'm graduating and just going home. "Things are changing," I said within myself, suddenly coming back to my senses at the end of my thoughts, as we stood saturated cheek to cheek in that sweet embrace. Slowly we separated, and Vicki got into her car and closed the door. "I love you, Stacey," she said rolling down her window and wiping tears and rain from her rosy cheeks. "I love you, Vicki," I said, as we hugged again through the window. I didn't want to let her go in the reality of the moment. But she said, "This is hard for me, but I need to go before the tears start falling again." As I reluctantly nodded, she rolled up her window and slowly drove away. I watched her to the end of the road waving until she was out of sight. Then tasting salt, I returned back through the Student Center past the "Smooch Room" onto the Cafeteria. As I sat and peeled a banana I remembered her words, "There are no good good-byes until the next hello." I still love her.