26 May 2010

Blaine,

I remember our days together, the good, the sad, and the wonderful.

I remember that piggyback race, eyes closed, cheek to cheek. I cared about nothing else.

I remember our first dance, awkward, not quite holding hands. I still think of you when I hear that song.

I remember the depression and how we talked each other out of it, late into the night.

I remember running to school early every morning so I could be with you sooner.

I remember when you said, “When we’re older…” and I thought we would last that long.

I remember my family problems and you talked me through it from 200 kilometres away.

I remember when you told me I wasn’t smart enough, handsome enough, funny enough.

I remember when I couldn’t stop talking about you; I thought I had finally found my someone.

I remember when you told me I was your best friend, and that was all we would ever be.

I remember the distance you put between us.

I remember when everyone else said we belong together and I believed them.

And I remember when you stopped talking to me. The depression came back and I cried every night.

I remember. Do you?