TITLE: Keeping You
GENRE: Women's Fiction
He left me in the middle of winter.
Freezing, I wrapped the quilt more tightly around me, stood on the sidewalk waiting.
He came in his truck, smiled when he got out. But his eyes held nothing happy. He reached out to touch me, already more reserved.
"Am I allowed to kiss a missionary?" I said lightly.
He tried to laugh. “I’m going to miss you so much."
"Don't say that," I said, the lump in my throat growing. My heart was beating quickly, my fingers wanting to grasp him tightly, make him stay with me. Slowly, he leaned down and kissed me softly, as if a kiss could actually fill him for a very long time.
“I have something for you,” he whispered, close to my mouth. He pulled out a small gold chain from his pocket. On the chain dangled two charms; one a star, the other a shoe.
I laughed. "A shoe?"
"Remember when I first saw you?" he asked. "You were running and had this look on your face." He smiled. "Keep running. Run hard even when you think you're going to die, because you won't die – you'll just get stronger." He stepped back. It was time to go.
"Thank you," I whispered, dangling the necklace. "I wish I had gotten something…"
He shook his head. "You gave me everything, Lindsey."
I gave him a brave smile. His hair was shorter now, more clean-cut missionary style. He was going to be a great missionary.