Dear Boomerang

Sixteen [Dear Memories]

I opened the box and took a look at what was inside.

The first thing that came to sight, at the top of the whole bunch of stuff inside the box was Jake's cracked eyeglasses.

"Why are you wearing glasses?" I asked him weirdly when he slumped into the seat next to me.

This class was one of the many classes we shared.

He glanced at me and his eyes widen in shock, he immediately narrowed his eyes at mine.

"Why are you not wearing your glasses?" He whined, looking like he's so disappointed.

I chuckled, "My eyes don't need them anymore. I just had an appointment with the opthalmologist last Saturday."

He knitted his eyebrows together as the corners of his lips pulls down into a frown.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked.

"It's embarrassing." He answers with a sigh.

"What is? You wearing eyeglasses? I've worn them everyday since fifth grade because of stupid astigmatism and i haven't felt embarrassed at all."

"No, Harper. Not that." He said, his voice laced with irritation and embarassment.

"What is it, then?"

He sighed as i raised my eyebrows at him, wanting him to spill the beans.

"I wore glasses today so we'll match, but apparently you're not wearing yours." He explains.

All i could do was laugh at him. Seriously though? Why would he do that.

"Look, i'm trying to be a little more romantic here. Atleast appreciate my effort." He pouted playfully.

"Well, thanks for being cheesy." I smirked.

Jake ended up wearing these glasses for the whole day and at the end of the day, we broke it.

I sighed as i placed it down and looked at the box yet again. I immediately saw the doll that he gave me. It wasn't really his but i placed it in this box anyway, it's a doll that is overflowing with memories of him.

I remember him giving it to me a week after our relationship became official.

"You haven't played with dolls, ever?" He asked, stifling an increduloused laugh.

I glared at him, nodding slightly.

"You serious? I'm a guy but to be honest, i have played with dolls before when i was younger. My cousins were all girls so it's not like i have any other choice anyway." He frowned.

"But do you want to play with dolls?" He added.

I shook my head 'yes', sheepishly. I do want to try to play pretend with dolls and dollhouses, maybe even host a tea party. I can't help but feel sorry for myself and my boring childhood. I was used to playing outdoor games like kites, boomerangs, frisbees, tennis. I'm not used to indoors,.

The next day, he surprised me by coming over to my house and giving me a huge box.

I remember myself with furrowed eyebrows asking him what was inside. He told me not to open it until he's already been home and has already left the front doorstep of our humble home.

I actually panicked a little, thinking it might be some prank present. But i trust him, i know that whatever was inside would be something he thinks would make me happy.