June 22 2010
That was 4 years ago. Fast forward. It is my last day of high school. There she stands on the balcony next to her boyfriend, I ask “Will you sign my year book?”. She looked down and when she smiled at me, the years melted away, lost in her eyes, like nothing had changed. I met her halfway up the stairs. She sat down. I handed her my book. She wrote down her message. She closed the book and then handed it to me with a smile. I took the book. Clutching it tightly to my chest like a closely guarded secret, as I walked to the car in agonizing anticipation.
The 45 second walk to the car felt more like a day, I agonized over what she might have wrote, knowing it was not anything near what I hoped. As I read my heart sank. “I’m sorry we drifted apart in gr. 9… You were such a good friend to me I’ll always appreciate wh(scribbled out) our friendship. Good luck next year!”. I feel… something. A bittersweet mixture of nostalgia and happiness mixed with a tinge of regret. I threw away a possible three years of friendship with her. However much I kick myself now, I realize I fucked it up pretty badly. I am Jack’s repressed memories.
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