Please Persephone

“Are you serious?” I asked her, somehow hoping against hope that she wasn’t. She was quite serious. She was getting in the car and driving to California, with or without me. She had just gotten off the phone with her long-distance boyfriend, Kent, and they were going to meet for the first time. Not only were they going to meet, but they decided they wanted to live together.
“Please,” I begged. “I don’t want you to go alone.”
“I said you could come with me. I’ll be okay.”
“We don’t know that for sure.” I tried to assure her. “I really don’t think you should do this.”
Her voice grew louder, “Why not? Kent is my boyfriend and the love of my life. I want to build a future with him.”
The word “love” made my mouth drop, “You’ve only known him for three months. You don’t know him like you think you do.”
“We talk every single day. Plus, you’re single yourself, what do you know about love?”
“Listen to me for one second!” Frustrated, I pulled her to the love seat, and I stared at her while she looked towards the ground.
“I’m not trying to put you down or diminish how you feel. People usually aren’t single because they don’t know what love is, but because they have experienced true love along with heartbreak. I don’t want to judge your relationship, but I want you to think about the whole picture. Living with someone that you haven’t met in person…it’s dangerous. I say all of this because I love you, and I care about your well-being. You’re considered an adult, and you can go do whatever you want, but I don’t want you to do what I did.”
“What’s that,” she questioned.
“Love blindly. Your eyes can be open, but your heart doesn’t need to see. It needs to feel. Embracing the good moments and conquering the bad. Give Kent time to show you his story before skipping to the end of the book.”
She looked up at me, “I hate when you do that.”
Confused, I asked, “What?”
“Care.” She smiled at me, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” We hugged for a brief moment. “Let’s get some ice cream and a movie tonight.”
“Sounds good.”

Except I didn’t say any of that. When she told me she was going, all I could say was, “Have fun. Call me when you get there.”
I never saw or heard from her again.

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