The confusion just got worse, and I was beside myself. Thankfully, the memories of our lovemaking were still intact, and provided me so many wonderful orgasms night after night. I would envision Sharon on her knees, letting me take her from behind… her ass all bowed and hurling back at me as I pounded her… another was me as a kid, seeing her for the first time and us fucking each other then. God, there were so many intense fantasies I still had yet to fulfill with her, and I felt robbed of what we could have had.
Maybe if I has acted sooner…
Flash forward to early April, almost seven weeks later, and I had reluctantly gone back to my psychotic girlfriend. Prom was just around the corner as was graduation, both of which seemed like empty victories without my best friend and his mother to help celebrate them with. My nightly drives past Sharon’s empty house eventually stopped as did my calls and trips past her job to see if her car had by any slight chance had returned. Her disappearance began to seem as senseless as her son’s death… empty and without any clear reason.
Then, out of the clear blue, two days before my senior prom, I go up to my locker to find a sealed envelope taped to the door. It had my first initial written on it; “C” with a series of XOXO’s below. Opening it up, I found a handwritten note in clear, elegant handwriting: “If you’re interested in taking an old lady to your prom, I have the perfect dress. I’ll be at the Pointe at 7 tonight if you want to talk about it. Love, Sharon.”
My heart nearly exploded there at my locker. It was only 11am, and it seemed like an eternity until 7pm. Finally after weeks of no contact and only my jerk offs to keep Sharon’s memory alive, here she was putting love notes on my locker door like some high school chick. Stuffing the envelope in my back pocket, I somehow made it through the rest of the day with an extra kick in my step and a much bigger smile than before.
Finally at 7 that night, I parked my car out by the Pointe (a favorite scenic lookout place in my hometown), and walked to the clearing that overlooked the beautiful river valley below. There, sitting alone at an isolated park bench was Sharon. Her hair was more blonde and longer, looking absolutely fantastic. She turned to see me, greeting me with a smile as she stood to embrace me. Taking her into my arms felt like a thousand victories of the greatest war ever waged. She had dropped a few pounds too, and looked and smelled absolutely wonderful. Her skin was much darker too, an indication that she had been in the sun for many long hours. Both of us were clearly moved by the romantic reunion.
I couldn’t even begin to attack her for abandoning me. I knew she needed some time to heal her wounds and time to make sure we didn’t rush into anything.
“I’m so sorry, Christopher.” She started as I heard her emotions seep through her voice.
“Its okay, you’re here now.” I replied. “I love you so much, Sharon.”
“Oooooooooooh baby,” she answered. “I love you too. I love you too, my son.”