Lost and Found(Closed for Shy_child)
Aaron Peters was successful man. He taught what he loved. He was a college professor, teaching genetics. He loved to teach the young men and women who took his classes, loved to see their expressions change as he explained a hard concept, or showed them something interesting.
He had followed a friend's advice and invested part of his savings, providing a comfortable fallback for retirement. He was beloved by his students because he cared. He took grade disputes and tried to judge them fairly. He tried to keep the students engaged. He made the extra effort.
And yet, he wasn't happy. If you asked a student what Dr. Peters did, they would probably say he was either out on the town, or on a date. The females at his college seemed to flock to him. He was unfailingly courteous, treated the women like a true "southern gentleman". Yet, he never dated, hadn't dated for close to 12 years, if anyone had asked.
If anyone made it past his dating history and asked why he hadn't dated in 12 years, his answer was a simple one.
"I lost the girl who still has my heart"
~~~~~6 years ago~~~~~
Aaron Peters had his hand on the door of the church, fighting between his head and his heart. Finally, deciding a course of action, he opened the door and stepped into the church. He saw the pastor and the guests, the bride and groom standing at the altar. He kept walking, hearing the words he needed to hear.
"I object!" he said, nearly shouting it as loud as he could. He saw everyone turn their face. The groom looked pissed, the bride, surprised. The guests all shot him venom-laden glances. He could tell he was not welcome, but he had to say it.
"I'm sorry for interrupting this service, but I have to say something first. Kay, I'm in love with you. I have since the second grade when we first met. I tried to tell you multiple times, but you never seemed to understand how I meant it. I know I have no right to say this, but you needed to know how I felt, honestly for once," Aaron said, shaking like a leaf. He could feel the hateful glares from the groom and the congregation.
When he saw that Kay wasn't going anywhere, his heart felt like it was crushed. Here he was, a 26 year old man, crying in front of everyone. He did the only thing he could think of. He turned around and ran.
~~~~~Present~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dr. Peters was in his office, going over a research plan one of his grad students had submitted. Everything seemed to be in order. He would have to talk to the young man, try to direct him in a new way. He had seen something like this experiment before, but wanted the young man to enjoy the research he was doing.
Aaron pushed himself back from his desk and removed his glasses. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to relieve the pressure. He wasn't sure why he was still working this late, but knew that he had nothing else to do today. It was just early enough that he could catch dinner, but knew that eating alone today wasn't what he wanted to do. It was 6 years to the day that, as a 26 year old, he had told his best friend Kayla that he loved her, even though she was getting married.
Aaron never really understood why he told her. She was his best friend growing up, even though he was two years older. They had done everything together, and it showed with how close they were. Then he went off to college. They drifted apart, but still kept in tough. Unfortunately it wasn't as much as he wanted.
Aaron was in love with Kayla, and she didn't know it. He was working on his doctorate when he got the invitation to her wedding. He had gone, said what he did, and then left. From there, he had disappeared, finally taking his job as a genetics professor where he currently was.
Aaron leaned back in his chair and then shook his head. He leaned forward again, and his head fell into his hands. God he missed Kay. He knew that he missed his chance now. She was probably married now, living happily. He knew he should get out, but couldn't stop thinking about her whenever he was asked out. He sighed and pushed himself away from the desk, then grabbed his coat to head to the Union to get a coffee.
Aaron Peters was successful man. He taught what he loved. He was a college professor, teaching genetics. He loved to teach the young men and women who took his classes, loved to see their expressions change as he explained a hard concept, or showed them something interesting.
He had followed a friend's advice and invested part of his savings, providing a comfortable fallback for retirement. He was beloved by his students because he cared. He took grade disputes and tried to judge them fairly. He tried to keep the students engaged. He made the extra effort.
And yet, he wasn't happy. If you asked a student what Dr. Peters did, they would probably say he was either out on the town, or on a date. The females at his college seemed to flock to him. He was unfailingly courteous, treated the women like a true "southern gentleman". Yet, he never dated, hadn't dated for close to 12 years, if anyone had asked.
If anyone made it past his dating history and asked why he hadn't dated in 12 years, his answer was a simple one.
"I lost the girl who still has my heart"
~~~~~6 years ago~~~~~
Aaron Peters had his hand on the door of the church, fighting between his head and his heart. Finally, deciding a course of action, he opened the door and stepped into the church. He saw the pastor and the guests, the bride and groom standing at the altar. He kept walking, hearing the words he needed to hear.
"I object!" he said, nearly shouting it as loud as he could. He saw everyone turn their face. The groom looked pissed, the bride, surprised. The guests all shot him venom-laden glances. He could tell he was not welcome, but he had to say it.
"I'm sorry for interrupting this service, but I have to say something first. Kay, I'm in love with you. I have since the second grade when we first met. I tried to tell you multiple times, but you never seemed to understand how I meant it. I know I have no right to say this, but you needed to know how I felt, honestly for once," Aaron said, shaking like a leaf. He could feel the hateful glares from the groom and the congregation.
When he saw that Kay wasn't going anywhere, his heart felt like it was crushed. Here he was, a 26 year old man, crying in front of everyone. He did the only thing he could think of. He turned around and ran.
~~~~~Present~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dr. Peters was in his office, going over a research plan one of his grad students had submitted. Everything seemed to be in order. He would have to talk to the young man, try to direct him in a new way. He had seen something like this experiment before, but wanted the young man to enjoy the research he was doing.
Aaron pushed himself back from his desk and removed his glasses. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to relieve the pressure. He wasn't sure why he was still working this late, but knew that he had nothing else to do today. It was just early enough that he could catch dinner, but knew that eating alone today wasn't what he wanted to do. It was 6 years to the day that, as a 26 year old, he had told his best friend Kayla that he loved her, even though she was getting married.
Aaron never really understood why he told her. She was his best friend growing up, even though he was two years older. They had done everything together, and it showed with how close they were. Then he went off to college. They drifted apart, but still kept in tough. Unfortunately it wasn't as much as he wanted.
Aaron was in love with Kayla, and she didn't know it. He was working on his doctorate when he got the invitation to her wedding. He had gone, said what he did, and then left. From there, he had disappeared, finally taking his job as a genetics professor where he currently was.
Aaron leaned back in his chair and then shook his head. He leaned forward again, and his head fell into his hands. God he missed Kay. He knew that he missed his chance now. She was probably married now, living happily. He knew he should get out, but couldn't stop thinking about her whenever he was asked out. He sighed and pushed himself away from the desk, then grabbed his coat to head to the Union to get a coffee.
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