It’s been three hours since I reached the sycamore tree. Anthony was suppose to meet me here. I’m ready to begin my life with him. Run away together. All I want is for us to be free of our parents judgement, control, and bitterness to each other. But my Anthony isn’t here yet. I’ll give it a little longer. Maybe he just got stuck leaving the house. Sneaking away from his parents. I recall my letter I wrote to him a week ago perfectly. I wrote it on my best paper, and I sealed the letter with a kiss before I carefully addressed the envelope as if I was someone different writing him. We have always been careful of our letter so our parents don’t intercept and prevent us from writing each other.

“My dearest Anthony,

I hope my letter finds you well. I am distraught that our parents are keeping us apart. When all I long for is to be in your arms again. It’s been a long three weeks since I last saw you in the grocery store with our mothers. My mother caught the slightest glimpse of you and she pulled me in the other direction.

Anthony, I want to run away together. Begin our lives with each other. Without our parents interfering. There’s a house down in Carolina, it’s abandoned now, I use to visit it with my parents when we would vacation down there. We can live there. Get jobs until we have enough money to get a real place.

Meet me on the Sunday at sunset of our 6 months. And run away with me. Oh please Anthony! I need you to go away with me.

I’ll be waiting under our sycamore tree, patiently waiting on your arrive.

Yours truly,

Caroline.

I recall my letter perfectly, and I didn’t not expect a response from Anthony, he simply wouldn’t have enough time from the receipt of it to send one back before it was time to meet. Do I know this man at all? Surely he would have come to run away with me.

I take a seat below the massive sycamore tree. I’ll just take a small nap while I wait…