Watching from the outside, one would never know anything was wrong. Day in and day out, she would smile and run out the door to play with her friends.
They would do all the things girls did back in those days; sing songs, dance, and talk about boys. Side by side, they would stick out their chests to see if anything was happening.
ANYTHING at all.
Those were the innocent years. These were the ones where all the feelings existed but nowhere for them to go except in some beat up diary that has long since been forgotten.
And then there was him.
He was perfect. There was this innocent look about him. He was always surrounded by his friends as he moved from sport to sport depending on the time of year. Everyone just gravitated towards him.
And he didn’t know she was alive.
Her friends teased her. His would be the name she would write over and over again. Silly games and quizzes led her to believe that maybe, just maybe there could be a chance it was meant to be.
The time came like it does with every generation when you find out that some friends are not meant for life.
Sometimes neither is happiness. Not in that carefree way anyway. It all comes with a price she learned.
These days, she would run out the door. No one noticed if she smiled because everyone tends to take happy people for granted. The friends of long ago walked in opposite directions. The hallways were bigger and the feelings more intense.
This was growing up.
She moved through the motions. Fierce determination gave voice deep down inside her that one day later would be so much different.
Still those years passed all too slowly.
Somehow with decent grades and a couple of good friends, she started to smile more. There was even a teacher who thought she had potential.
She started to feel like herself again as thankfully many do find their way.
Then she ran into him. On a last minute stop before leaving town, she was getting gas and coffee. Was this finally the moment she had long ago dreamed about? Those images about him had long since faded but in an instant, she felt like that little girl again. She hadn’t seen him since middle school.
Different schools can mean different fates.
He still had that smile. And as she moved back to let the police officer escort him out, she couldn’t help but think back to when she scribbled his name next to hers and wondered..
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