Open…Close… Open… Close… What my eyes are doing at the moment no one can fathom, or even care for that matter. Open… I’m in a field surrounded by tall brown grass. Close… It’s raining, and we are running to the car, slipping and laughing as we go. Open… The clouds have switched places again, and the wind is blowing harder. Close… We are sitting together by a fire, sharing a large wool blanket. It was late October, I remember. Open… I’m in the same place as before, it’s just as dully beautiful as I remembered. Close… You touch my face, and tell me that you love me. I try and hold onto the smile imbedded on your lips. It’s been two years already. Open. I lost it, again; funny how things can change at the blink of an eye. It’s time I go anyways.
I pondered staying in the grass a little longer, but I knew it was useless. I had spent most of the day daydreaming anyways. It was time to head back to the apartment and figure out what to do with myself. Picking up my small backpack, I started to walk back to my old model Volvo. I looked up at the clouds to see if the shapes were how they were five minutes ago. They weren’t, nothing ever stays the same. I was approaching my car, when my cell phone started singing to me. Digging through all of the pens, pencils, gum wrappers, and assignments that I had yet to look at, I finally found it.
“Dahlia Mae!? Where on earth have you been? I’ve been trying to call you for hours!” It was my best friend and roommate Shea, she didn’t like being left alone on weekends; but I liked being alone.
“Sorry, I just lost track of time…I guess.” I trailed off, knowing that I wasn’t being completely honest.
“You are at the field again aren’t you?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Dahlie, you really don’t need to go down there. I know you have one more month until he comes home, but you just get so…I don’t know, upset when you come back. You think too much down there.” I could hear the sincerity in her voice, and I felt bad. We had talked about this, and I had deliberately driven my car forty-five minutes out of the way just to lie in grass.
“I know, but I like thinking. Especially when a grade isn’t required, I mean, all we ever do now is school work. We don’t even party like normal college students.” By the time the last word came out of my mouth, I was already starting to laugh, and then I heard laughter on the other side of the phone.
“You’re right, but I love rooming with you. Be home soon?”
“I’m on my way now. I’ll see you in an hour.” I hung up the phone, and the smile on my face drooped down again. One more month of being alone it echoed in my head, bouncing back and forth on the walls of my brain.
“One more month.” I said aloud, then I got into my car and started to drive.
***
I walked into my bed room after getting home. It was cluttered, it has always been cluttered. I’ve never had the ability to organize, and it seemed college had made it ten times worse. My room looked like a war zone. Shea, don’t come in the room, I said to myself. I just knew she was going to, I then heard the perspicuous knock at the door.
“Come in.”
“Dahlia, are you alright?” She looked around my room and grimaced, I followed her eyes, and they scanned the wall looking at all of the hand written letters he had sent me.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“You’re lying, why do you lie? I’ve known you since you were two, I can tell when you are lying to me.” She stared at me hard.
“I know I am lying, I don’t want to talk about it.” I started picking up the clothes strewn across my floor anxiously.
“You miss him?” she watched me intently; I could tell by her voice that the corners of her mouth were making a small frown, sympathetic and longing; longing to help a friend. I didn’t answer; I just stared at the floor holding a pile of clothes. She looked me up and down, and then walked out the door. I felt bad for not answering her, but she understood. I know she did.
I dropped the clothes back into a pile on the floor, jumped into my bed, and covered myself with my sheets. Reality can’t get you if you are hidden, neither can truth beat you senseless if it can’t find you. I’m hidden. He’s here with me. I’m hiding. He’s here. I pulled the covers off of my head, and looked at the wall covered in paper with ink scribbled words on them. It was a beautiful work of art, but it was the first thing I saw in the morning; and it was the first thing that reminded me that he wasn’t here. He has a name; it is Oakley, Oakley Hayden. He has one brother and one sister. He graduated from White County High, and was valedictorian of his class. He is 19, 20 in three weeks. He’ll be home in sixteen days fourteen hours and forty-five seconds. He’s my best friend, and he is at the navy base, somewhere off the coast of Charleston, South Carolina. He’s somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere.
I wandered into the kitchen the next morning, and I realized then how the Israelites felt when they were in the desert for forty years. I found Shea drinking coffee and reading her favourite book again. She watched me closely as I poured coffee, and then came to sit by her.
“You have anything planned for today?” I watched as she closed her book, and slid it next to her large mug of coffee.
“No why? Did you want to do something?” her face softened with her answer.
“Not really, but it would be a good idea for us to get out.” I smiled and took a sip of my coffee. Hot and black, just how I liked it. Hot and black.
“Want to —“the phone rang, and Shea got up from the table to answer it. I listened to the one sided conversation.
“Dahlia? Yeah she’s here. You want to talk to her?” she looked over at me smirking. “I don’t know dude, you may have to pay me something…” I jumped up and grabbed the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey beautiful, how long has it been since you’ve heard my voice?” I smiled the biggest smile I had in me.
“At least three months.” I bit my lip, three months and two days.
“I’m sorry baby, I don’t get the best reception on the ocean” I heard his chuckle, the one he does when he makes a semi-funny joke.
“When are you coming home Oakley?” I was looking at my feet, and Shea was standing close to me, watching my body language carefully.
“Hmmm, I don’t know. But could you do me a favour?” my heart dropped at the simple phrase of ‘I don’t know’.
“Yes, of course. What do you need?”
“You know where we had our first kiss?”
“Yes, in the back yard, underneath the maple tree.”
“Can you hang up the phone and walk out there please?”
“Why would I hang up? We haven’t talked in months…”
“Baby, just do it okay? You can call me back if you need to.” I looked over at Shea, she was confused. I was way beyond that, ‘Oh, and I love you.” I smiled wide.
“I love you too. I’ll call you back in a little bit if I have to.”
“You do that.” I could tell he was smirking, I knew he was smirking.
I walked out the back door following the small stepping stones into the garden. Flowers were sprinkled everywhere and hanging from every place imaginable. I hadn’t been out here in a while, I had forgotten about how beautiful it was. Walking along, I could see the tree ahead of me. I don’t really know what I am looking for, or why I am even out here in the first place.
I get to the overgrown grass at the back of the yard, where a large maple tree stands. This was the tree where we had our first kiss, because there was ‘You + Me’ with a heart around it carved into the trunk. I looked around, hoping to find something meaningful, something that made sense, but nothing did.
But then in the grass I saw a little white note, strange I thought to myself as I picked it up, opened it, and began to read the poem written inside.
‘I fight by day when you are having your night.
The stars, I know, aren’t nearly as pretty of a sight.
But your voice is carried from over the seas,
And I can’t tell you how much I miss you singing to me.
I hope to God I’ll come home to you,
With your bright smile that helps pull me through.
“- And I swore to God that when I’d fall in love, it would be with someone who could love. Not just me, but everyone else. This is what I wrote the day I fell.….”
He jumped down from the tree, and stood in front of me as he said the last two words slowly “For you.”
Standing in amazement of what I was seeing my mouth was wide open.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” Oakley smiled that warm smile I hadn’t seen in two long years. Silence on my behalf, complete and utter silence. “Wow, nothing at all? Maybe I should just go back.” My arms found their way around his waist.
“That’s a funny joke, Oakley.” He kissed the top of my head, and I dug it deep into his chest as his arms held me tight. I was being held by a soldier, but not just any soldier, my soldier. I heard him cough and clear his voice.
“Are you crying?” I took my head out of his chest and took a step back, examining his face. He was biting his lip. “I promised not to cry.” I smiled wide.
“I can tell…” He took my hand and stared at the ground, but only for a second before he looked back up at me. “I love you Dahlia Mae. I always have.”
***
My grandmother closed the book slowly, but I noticed clearly the word ‘Diary’ printed on the front.
“Gima, is this about you and Papa?” I looked at the old tattered book she held in her unsteady hands.
“Where would you get an idea like that, Elara?”
“It said ‘diary’ on the front, I just thought…maybe—“
“Elara! Let’s go sweetheart, we are going to be late to your soccer game.” My mother stood in the doorway waiting for me to get up and get a move on.
“Did you tell Gima ‘thank you’ for watching you today?”
“Thank you.” I ran over to her and gave her as big as a hug I could. She smiled wide and hugged me back tightly.
“We will finish the story the next time you are over dear. I promise. I love you Elara Mae.”
“I love you to Gima.” I smiled at her then ran to my mom, and we walked out to the car.
As mom drove me away I looked out the window, seeing my grandmother standing next to an old maple tree in the back yard. Running her hand against what seemed to be something engraved into the bark. The look on her face was kind and longing. That’s when it all made sense.