It had been three months since I last saw him. We traded phone numbers and he texted me every once-in-a-while. But other than that I didn’t hear from him. I missed him and all that time we spent in Italy. He was perfect. Perfectly far away that is. I stepped outside on the cold autumn day and walked towards my car. Something red was stuck under the windshield wiper. “Stupid flyer people.” I muttered before examining the paper. It was in the shape of a heart. Odd. I flipped it over and read the writing.

“I’m closer than you think – Stephen.” It was him. My heart almost stopped. I crushed it in my hand as I started to cry. Playing with emotions like this was mean. I got into my car, eyes semi dry, and headed to school. My fingers flicked on the radio and my lips moved with the words of the song.

“That was Natasha Bedingfield’s Pocket Full of Sunshine. Well its 8:15 and I was told to deliver this message. ‘Don’t look far, not Italy or Canada; you’ll see me again soon. Promise.’ from Stephen.” My eye’s widened.