The Girl Who Can't Be Moved

This story was inspired by some of my own experiences with love. It was also inspired, and some lines were taken from the song, "The Man who Can't Be Moved," by "The Script." I think the song is beautiful, and I incorporated it into this story. While this story has a weird format, almost in stanzas, I hope who ever reads this enjoys it. Again, credit to the amazing band, "The Script," And their song, "The Man Who Can't Be Moved."

Thoughts race around my head, and it makes it impossible to sleep.
I toss and turn.
With every tumble between my sheets, I remember her face.
I hear her soft whispers.
I feel her careful touches.
The glow from the TV screen soothes me to sleep;
It serves as company so I'm not alone.
Eventually I wake to another day, to do the same things.
To try to push her memory away.
To go on another date.
To meet new people.
They're nice. Their faces are sincere.
Their words mock her softness, but i'm not fooled; only guilty feeling.
Their touch cuts me deep, and my eyes cry out.
She's the only one my heart, mind, body and soul welcomes.
My face cringes as I try to imagine other people.

I re-live our last conversation;
Or was it really our last conversation?
Her voice was so hesitant, so unsure
When she tried to coldly say goodbye.
It's happened before.
But never like this.
She'll be back.
Or will she?
"She doesn't love you anymore."
My head screams!
"Of course she does, you idiot."
My heart argues!
"She goes on everyday like you're nothing, while you miss her."
My head sobs.
"She's feeling exactly the same."
My heart whispers, sadly.
"Just look at how coldly she said goodbye."
My head mutters.
"Yeah, but there was hesitation; she even said it wasn't over."
My heart pleads.
"She's gone. Accept that."
My head reasons.
"She's not. She never is. You know it and she knows it."
My heart concludes.

STOP
I say aloud to no one.
I had to block the arguing going on within myself.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Something then lights a spark within.
An idea, like I've never had before.
I'll go to where we met.
And wait.
Just wait.
She'll have to see me sitting there sometime.
No matter how long it takes.
"Don't be stupid. She'll pass you like you're nothing."
My head taunts me.
I shake the thought off.
My heart speaks words of comfort.
"She could never do that, and you know it."
Again I stopped the arguing.
I ignored what my mind said, although it cut me with reality sometimes.
I followed my heart, and walked out the door to begin my journey.

Hours later I arrived to my destination.
That ole' dairy place.
I laughed.
She hated that I called it, "the dairy place."
I did it on purpose. She was cute when she was angry.
I looked around in my surroundings.
I so don't fit in here.
My bags were on the ground next to me.
I sat awkwardly, but I would sit as long as I had to.
I'm not moving.
No matter the weather, or the circumstance.

The minutes turned to hours.
The hours turned to a day.
I was getting strange looks from numerous people.
I was tired, and hungry.
But I wasn't going to move.
She'd surely pass here.
My eyes started drifting shut.
I haven't slept yet.
An older man approached me.
He bent down to ask if I was okay.
I didn't say anything, I just pointed to a piece of cardboard I brought.
It had a picture, and some writing on it.
It said, "If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am?"
He gave me a strange look, and placed money lightly at my feet.
I looked at it and laughed.
"I'm not broke, I'm just broken hearted."

The man gave me a sympathetic but cautious smile.
He walked away, pulling out a cellphone.
Again my eyes slowly closed.
It was almost evening now, and I woke up to a crowd standing around me.
An officer was bent down infront of me.
"Are you okay, mam?"
I was very, very disoriented.
He could tell.
"Had a few?"
I sat up, offended.
"No, I'm fine. I'm just waiting for someone, okay?"
The cop shook his head, thinking I was mental.
Maybe in a way I was.
"Look, you can't stay here. That's squatting."
I stand up, no holes in my shoes, just a hole in my world.
"I'm gonna stand my ground, whether it's a day, a month, a year. If she changes her mind, this is the first place she will go."

The officer starts losing his patience, and starts to grab my arm.
The people around me, are mortified.
I hear them murmuring.
"What she's doing for her loved one, is really determined. She must really love her. I think that's awful, what the cop is doing."
Chatter starts roaring, and they yell at the cop to let me go.
I'm moved by how kindhearted people can be, and I smile.
The cop gets even angrier, and radios more police to come.
So here I am, infront of this "dairy place," with 2 cop cars,
And a crowd of people.
This has to be making a scene, and that's exactly what I want.
As if things couldn't get more out of hand,
A news van pulls up.
They say they'll call the news report, "The Girl Who Wouldn't Move."

I'm in shock as I'm being interviewed, and randoms from the crowd also get questioned.
Maybe she'll see me on the news?
The sky is darkening, but the camera crews intend on following my story.
The people are sympathetic.
I told my entire story time and time again.
With more detail everytime.

Suddenly, I hear another car door.
Probably just another person coming to watch my determination.
I've been here a while, but I have no intention on giving up.
The camera guy asks me if there's anything I'd like to say to my special girl out there.
I look straight into the camera, and begin to speak.
"If one day you wake up, find that you're missing me. And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be. Thinkin' maybe you'll comeback here to this place where we'd meet. You'll see me waiting for you, on this corner of the street. I'm not movin'"

I back away from the camera now. I'm starting to lose hope.
I've really done everything I could now.
I feel a pat on my back, and I hear the crowd take a shocked breath.
I turn around quickly to see her right there.
She's got tears in her eyes.
Tears start to form in my eyes.
We embrace eachother, for a long time.
Tightly.
The crowd coo's with excitement.
Even the cops let out an, "aww."
I open my mouth to talk, and she puts her finger on my lips.
I listen intently.
"You've done more than anyone ever has for me to show me how much you care.
I don't know why it took me so long to realize exactly how much I love you.
But, I want to repay you for all of this."
I took her finger off my lips.
"No.."
"No." She interrupted.
"I want to be with you, if you'll still have me. I love you more than anything on this earth. And I wanna show you that, every day for the rest of our lives."
I looked around me.
All of the couples in the crowd were holding eachother tight now.
"How can I move on, when I'm still inlove with you?" I whispered.
She smiled, and leaned in for a kiss.
I pulled away to catch my breath.
She sucked it right out of me.
She leaned into me again, and mockingly asked, "Is two okay?"
I felt my face flush red.
She just was beaming.
I was beaming.

It's been a few years now since this.
Since then, we've had two kids, and a few pets.
When you pass your local "dairy place" or any place for that matter
Where someone seems to be sitting
Keep in mind, they may not be homeless.
They just refuse to move.
Sometimes we go back to that corner where we first met.
We camp in our sleeping bags; and both refuse to move.