Summary Of ' From An Adventure With Me

I never expected things to go this way.” I say, while my mind is engulfed with memories. “Not like this, no. No. I. I just can't, okay? I'm sorry, but I can't go along with this anymore. Too much innocent blood stains both of our hands now, and all for this? Constant misery form the memories we can't get out of our mind? Why would I want this now? I can't, I'm done." I proclaim, brushing past her quickly, trying to make a quick exit to no avail, I hear her heels clink until they block my path as she grabs hold of my face.

“’…I feel I’ve known you so many years.’ Because I like you,’ she said,’ and I don’t want anything from you. And because we know each other.’ ‘You make me feel very old and very much like a father.’… ’It’s been a long time since anyone cared enough to ask,’”

She shakes her head, backing away until she turns and continues walking away from me. I call out, “Where are you going?”

“well hello sweetheart, what are you doing here?” she said peering down at me in a nasally voice.

“What’s wrong with him?” Vinyl said, her voice cracking, sounding worried. A tear streamed down her face, and I held her close.

She spoke quietly and cautiously, “Grant, I know I’ve been harsh on some of your past girlfriends, but I was meanin’ to tell you that I’m gonna try to be better to Vivian.”

“Popo! Popo! Do you really want to go through with this?” Maximiliano says “I know she was your true love, but do you want to fall off into the deep end?”

I know they can’t but you can make the best out of this. We could.” he closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. “I just don’t want to lose you. I‘ve been perpetually losing you since we met, I know this is hard for you but you have to choose between the possibility of rebuilding a life or going away forever...please.”

A shallow gasp escaped her throat. “Even if I am—it’s no concern of yours.” She retrieved her

“It’s nice,” he lied, and snaking his arms around Booker’s waist, he snuggled in close. “But you don’t look happy? Is it because of me? Do I make you sad?”

“I don’t see this getting any better,” I stated blankly. I watched as the words pierced through her eyes and into her heart. I knew exactly what it had meant to say that, and so did she. I had basically said “There’s no chance i’ll stay together with you, and now we are over.”

"...i’ve been showing up to this all wrong, or perhaps, just way too long… in hopes of re-igniting a brief memory or fueling a future fantasy…but in the here-and-now, this 'trying to be friends thing' just ain’t gonna fly and I must now activate a radical act of self-love, amputate what's left and simply say good-bye…"

"You know.." She trailed off, growing nervous. She was afraid he would get mad at her for asking. Luke raised his eyebrows at her, and she let out a deep breath. "How you became a heartbreaker."

I buried my head into my mother’s shirt. My warm tears dampened her shirt, but I could tell she had no intention of pushing me away. There were other voices around me, but her’s was the only one that I cared to focus on. “You’re a strong and brilliant little boy,” she said to me, “you shouldn’t let this move break you down like this.” I knew she was right, but I was just so furiously confused that I didn’t want to acknowledge it. “How could you know?” I howled, “you’re not the one who’s spending hours alone every day because you’re too terrified to ask anyone if they want to play a game or hang out or even have a conversation!” My sobbing intensified. “No,” she quietly said to me, “but you’re not the only one who left Costa Rica to come here.”

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”