Morgan's POV:

I heard the rooster crow.

Talk about being a nosy old thing.

I got up and put on a plaid green top, jeans, some socks, cowboy boots, and a hat.

I hoped Lucy was alright. It was unlike her to be so quiet.

It had been six months since I last saw her.

I had a farm. Lucy and her folks had moved away.

I wrote to her.

  I missed her smile.

I missed everything about her.

I milked the cow and thought of her. Everything I did or said reminded me of her.

I knew it was silly, but I hoped she would return soon.

I felt my love for her grow stronger over the months of separation.

I sighed.

What was I to her?

I never got a clear answer.

All she had said was, "I am not sure. I am sorry. Morgan, I never meant to lead you on or anything."

I recalled she held my hand until it was time for the festival to end.

I felt it drop as she waved goodbye to me.

I would have begged her to stay if I had known it was the last time I would see her.

Stay for what? She did not know how she stood with me or how she felt.

Yep, I had it bad.

My weakness was Lucy.

   the story continues in Bonus Chapter part 2

    until then,

    bye-bye,

    little owlets!

   Summer out!