Two weeks Later

I am halfway done with my time here. I have only tried to call Spencer once since our first conversation. She didn’t answer. I miss her so badly that I sometimes feel like my heart is going to just stop beating. The only thing that helps pass the time is surprisingly Faith. She and I have become almost what you could call friends. After opening up and telling her what happened with Spence she decided to help with my plan to get her back. I still can’t believe what happened with us. I will not accept it. I need her, she is what makes life worth living. I close my eyes and I am taken back to that horrible day.

"Spence, Baby? I am home!" I call out as I walk through the front door. I hear shuffling coming from the kitchen so I go in that direction. As I round the corner I see Aiden. What is he doing here? He is normally at work till past six and it’s barely 4. Maybe he got off work early, after all I am not supposed to be home for another hour either. "Hey bro! Did you come over to surprise me?" I ask joking around with him. He didn’t laugh. This is getting a little strange now. "Where is my wife?" I say a little shaky. He looks down at his feet and still doesn’t answer me. As the seconds pass I am becoming more and more uneasy. Spencer comes into the kitchen now carrying two suitcases with her. She walks over to Aiden and asks him to go wait in the car for her. "Babe where are you going?" I manage to get out. "Ashley I cant do this anymore. We really need to talk." she says not making eye contact with me. "What can’t you do?" my voice is shaking so badly. We are happy, we are in love, I don’t understand what is going on. "I don’t love you anymore." quick and to the point her words break my heart. "Ha Ha funny joke. Where is the camera?" I try and laugh as I say this. It has the be their bad idea of a practical joke. "Ashley, I need you to listen to me right now. I am not joking around with you. I do not love you. I am leaving you." her voice sounds so strained as the words come out. I stare at her, she is still avoiding my eyes. It’s a lie, whenever she is lying she can’t look me in the eyes. I start to walk towards her and she immediately steps back. "Spence? why are you saying this? I love you and you love me. We just made love last night." tears are escaping my eyes as I say this. Her face lifts just slightly and I can see her eyes, they are red and puffy. She has been crying, I just want to take her in my arms. "I am moving in with Aiden." she whispers. Did I just hear that correctly? Aiden, my best friend since I was six years old? She is leaving me and he is letting her move in with him. Why would her let her move in with him? "Does he know this?" my voice is trembling now. "Yes, I have to go Ash. Take care of you ok." she says and with that she leaves me standing there dumbstruck.

I shake my heading bringing me out of my memories. I need to get back to work. Faith’s first suggestion for getting my Spencer back was to write her a poem. I have been sitting here smoking and writing, and smoking and writing for hours now. I keep throwing everything I finish away. I look over and watch the squirrels run across the grass. "How’s the progress coming?" I hear a smoky voice ask. "It’s really not!" I say completely frustrated. I start to ball up my latest attempt and aim for the trash when Faith grabs the paper out of my hand. "Well let me at least read this before you waste your millionth piece of paper." she laughs. "It’s all shit!" I whimper. She just gives me the look. It’s her signature look for me lately. She keeps yelling at me for being negative, saying I will never get my girl back with that attitude.

I think about you sometimes
Through out the day, I get lost in thoughts of you
I think of your face, your smell, your smile
I wonder if you think of me
The way I think of you
Your beauty captivates me
I feel enraptured by your every breath
I am so lost in this world with out you
So utterly full of pain, burnt by love
Looking at you though, dreaming of you I feel a pang of hope
Hope that maybe we could love again
Maybe just maybe we could be happy

"Ashley! That is not shit," she says to me in her serious voice. "Yes it is! It’s complete shit!" I answer not backing down from my feeling. I am really starting to think the poem idea is a horrible one. "You are some great song writer Faith why don’t you just write me a song and I can sing it to her!" I tell her. Spencer always loved when I would sing to her. She would tell me that I had a voice of an angel. There were many nights when we would lay in bed together me singing until she feel asleep. "Maybe, I will try for you." Faith says. I start getting a little hope back at her answer. I need Spencer back.