It was summer and Oscar had left. My memory is not to be trusted but I recall him heading off to California for the entire summer. I felt abandoned by my teenage companion-kissing lover-best friend. I wrote letters in order to feel connected and less lonely for his presence. I don’t know how well it worked though. We were so young and it probably contributed to the situation that ensued when he grew up and went off to high school, but that story will be saved for later...
Timelines are near erased and blurred together, and yet I am able to mesh some memory back into place. I was sent to California for a large portion of that summer. I wonder at how many letters were sent from Las Vegas and how many I was able to mail off from Santa Maria.
My best cousin growing up was one year older than me, and so she introduced me to all her boy friends while there. One of those boys gave Sara some roses and since he’d heard she had a tag along cousin with her, he brought me a few roses of my own. I had never received roses from a boy before. It was highly diverting, but I missed Oscar.
With Oscar, I could be myself and was even beloved for doing so. I didn’t have that with anyone else. My unique personality and unabashed passion for life has been scorned by many people who have professed to care for me, but never by Oscar. I can hardly trust it, yet I do because I have this unending measure of trust with him somehow. As I flash forward to the present, I recognize him as a most dear soul.
...to be continued next week.
related link: The First Installment of Laura and Oscar
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