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Caps and Gowns
Our plans for someday ended before we
ordered the caps and gowns. All I have now
are notes that smell like cigarette smoke and
Aero cologne. Even the ring you gave
to me was up for sale on Facebook, thanks
to your ever-so-thoughtful mother. The
date of our wedding would have been on
September eighth, which was the month when I
became the girl with whom you listened to
the songs your friends despised, like “Heart Don’t Break
Even,” sung by The Script and “Our Song” by
T. Swift. I was the girl with whom you shared
a first kiss at homecoming in front the
of grass-covered football players you called
your family. I kissed your lips, tasting
the sweat and feeling the thrill of tackling
the small-town rivals known as Central High.
I was at every game cheering for you
as I wore a bow bigger than the pads
of football uniforms. After the game,
I’d stand and wait outside the locker room
for you to come to tell me, “I love you.”
Vicky Smith is a junior at Cameron University with a dual major in Creative Writing and Journalism. When she graduates, she plans to pursue a master’s degree in Journalism, while continuing to write creatively. She is currently the Managing Editor of the Cameron Collegian newspaper.
