Yellow Bananas (Part I)
Today it rained. It poured.
Making several trips from Vicki's dorm room to pack her car with her
belongings and our memories, we got drenched, even with our raincoats on. As
we finished and stood by her car, I saw tears, unhindered by rain, stream down
her face. I drew nearer when she said, "Stacey, I miss you already," and we held
each other in a long firm, yet tender, embrace, as we had done so many times
before.
"I L.O.V.E. U," we would whisper and sign and point the two fingers at
one another. Then, she would disappear through the Student Center's "Smooch
Room", and I would return to Robert's Hall.
In the Student Center is where we met through a mutual friend. Vicki
stood about 4'11" with short frosted sandy brown hair. She had small hands and
feet, but the biggest most beautiful smile with bright blue eyes. I had a boxed
haircut and stood 5' 10"- 6' 2" with the hair. We were introduced and then sat on
a sofa. Though barely acquainted, we opened up to one another. She allowed
me to help her through some trying times she faced within her family, and she
gave me advice and support in my present relationship. Day and night we began
spending more time together. Our lives began grafting into one life; naturally and
without force, we took on each other's interests- music, events, jokes, scriptures,
television, her attraction to yellow...
Vicki loved the color yellow, and she liked bananas. She didn't eat
them, but she would peel one (or two) for me everyday in the cafeteria. (Some
thought it was suggestive.) She pretended to be upset if I ever peeled it myself,
so I would get another one for her. Then we would go spend quality and
quantities of time together, publicly and privately. We felt it was purely platonic.
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