Promise Me the Moon: Favorite Page

Anna was writing in her journal on New Year’s Eve. She was at a party in the recreation hall, and the place was literally crawling with people. She had gone off by herself in the alcove of a smaller room that looked deserted, and when Jake found her there he shook his head and chuckled.

“Let me see that journal,” he demanded, swiping her pen.

“Don’t even think about keeping that pen, Jake Roberts,” she warned him, trying to get it back. “That’s my favorite pen.”

“Let me write in your journal, and I’ll give it back,” he said, and Anna looked up at him hesitantly. “Come on, Anna, it’s probably my last chance. I won’t hurt it.”

“Well, all right, if you want to,” she conceded, handing him the book.

Jake sat down and started writing, hiding it with his hand so she couldn’t see what he said until he was done. Then he let her have it back and examined the pen as if he contemplated the idea of keeping it. Anna slapped his hands and took it away. Then she read what he had written:

Anna, my little love,
when you turn seventeen
I will be far away,
feathering our future nest
with great care.
And if you miss me
while I’m there and you’re here
I want you to turn to this page
and feather it with kisses.
I’ll know it when you do;
I’ll keep them—
every single one,
and hold them dear.
And someday,
you’ll come home,
and I’ll return them,
one by one.

I promise you the moon.
—Jake

Anna wrote underneath it:

This is my most favorite page in the universe!!!

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