We stayed together on and off for most of high school. The sad part was when we went to different colleges in different parts of the country. We barely kept up on communication, so one day he sent me a letter that read:
Ashley,
It has been hard to send you all of these letters. I only wish that I could pack up all my stuff and just leave to go see you. The problem is that I can't. I have to finish working on getting my degree. School work comes first in my life, but you have always been second. I'm afraid that one day we might lose communication. I also haven't heard your voice in almost a year and it's hard to keep up with what is going on in each other's lives. This long distance relationship is killing me. I think its best that we see other people and keep moving on our separate roads. This feels like the best thing to do. I hope there are no hard feelings, but I have been missing you.
Love always,
Jake
That was the last note he sent me. I started crying after I finished reading that letter for the first time. I didn't stop crying for weeks. He was all I ever wanted and now he was gone.
Now it has been a few years and we have both graduated by now. We didn't invite each other to our graduations to avoid awkward feelings. Every day, I still think about him and miss him.
I tried dating other guys, but no one has ever clicked with me the way he seemed to. I'm still single and lonely. I still have that same letter Jake broke up with me in. I keep it in a special drawer and take it out to look at sometimes. It has so many tear stains from every time I took it out and broke into tears reading it over again. I keep hoping that somehow he meant something different or that I missed something, but I am always wrong.
I now live alone in a small town. I teach and tutor at the only school in this town. I sometimes also feel like a councilor. The children come to me with all their problems. I solve problems anywhere from being stressed over homework, to losing friends, to giving advice on guys.
It's the Christmas holidays and I'm going back home to visit. I still have few family members that live there and I hope to see old friends. My planes keep getting delayed at the airports because of all the snow. It's snowing extra hard this year! I look out the window and all I can see is white. I haven't seen this much snow since I was young still living at home with my parents...
I wonder how Jake has been. I haven't heard from him since his last letter. I never sent him anything back and he never sent me anything else. Also, I haven't seen him since we left at the airport on our way to separate airplanes to our colleges.
I just landed and left my last plane. I look for my parents to take me home; the home that I haven't seen in years because I have been so "busy" in my life. I wonder how it's changed. I wonder how my parents have changed. Maybe there are new neighbors in my old neighborhood. Maybe they are still the same elderly couple and young spirited single woman I remember living there. I wonder if they have changed.
I find my parents and run over to them embracing them in a big hug. They tell me about how much I have grown up and how much they have missed me. On the car ride home, they fill me in on everything new that has happened and all their stories they have to share with me. They tell me that now they rent out the upstairs to people.
They pull into our old, familiar, inviting home. The house hasn't changed at all from the outside. I walk in with my luggage and realize all the changes inside. I take a look around and almost get lost, not remembering my way to my old bedroom.
I unpack; then, they take me out what used to be my favorite restaurant. That old place is still owned by the same people and when I walk in, they notice what used to be their best customer.
"Ashley, is that you? I haven't seen you walk in here in years!" exclaims Mr. Sanchez, the owner of the old fine restaurant.
"Yes, sir, it's me again. Lucky for you, I still have the same big appetite!" I reply cheerfully.
He sits us at a table and takes our orders himself, then leaves to wait on his other customers. I tell my parents about my new neighbors moving in, when someone very familiar walks into the restaurant and recognizes me. I can't remember just who they are, but they know just who I am.
"Ashley? How are you doing? I haven't seen you in forever!" the familiar man exclaims, coming over to our table.
"Hey, yeah, how have you been?" I ask, trying to be polite, hoping that they say something to remind me of who they are.
"I have been great! I haven't heard about you since the letters Jake used to send you. What's happening?" he replies, when I realize who I'm speaking to.
I see it now; he changed so much, but I still see the similarities between now and high school. He still dresses the same and has the same voice.
"Hey Cameron, not much, I teach at a school in another state and I haven't seen anyone from school since graduation! Have you talked to Jake lately?" I ask, trying to nervously start a conversation about Jake.
"Oh, yeah, I heard about what happened between you two. I know how you feel; I was in love with a girl and I was thinking about marrying her when she told me that she was moving away to live with her ex," he explains.
"I'm sorry, she didn't deserve you, then," I reply with a feeling of sorrow for my friend.
"Hey, are you coming to the high school reunion tomorrow?" he asks, suddenly seeming nervous too.
"Oh, I forgot all about the reunion! I guess I'm going, why?" I reply.
"Well, I don't have a date and I was wondering if maybe you didn't, that maybe you and I could go together," he suggests, catching me off my guard.
"Sure, you can pick me up at my old house at 6," I reply, still surprised.
It's already the next day and I'm searching my suitcase for something to wear to my reunion. I can't find anything, so my mom suggests she takes me shopping. She takes me to what used to be my favorite store and I'm proud to be skinny enough to still fit into this boutique.
I have always been quite smaller, but I finally fit perfectly and have my curves in all the right places to fit into their dresses. My mom buys me one that I fall absolutely in love with and we leave for what used to be my favorite jewelry store. There, we find cute accessories to match my outfit and some new boots at a shoe store. I can't believe these stores are still open!
I'm all dressed up and waiting for Cameron to pick me up. He picks me up in what looks to me to be a sports car; he's just showing off.
"Hey, you look beautiful," he says opening the door for me.
"Thank you, you look nice," I return, getting into his shiny red car.
He takes me to the reunion and I see all my old friends there. What I was looking for was another familiar face looking for me. Jake finds me and hurries over to talk to me and Cameron. Just as he gets here, they play a slow song from when we were in high school; it was our song.
He offers to dance with me and of coarse I can't refuse. We dance all night and realize that neither of us ever loved any less. He missed me, and I missed him...
We get married and have children in our own "Happily Ever After"...
THE END
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: yes, thos is the last chapter. Its over. I hope you guys enjoyed it and if u have any comments, i wud LUV to hear them! 44 reads isn't bad for my first fonished story. Thank you all for reading this and make sure to check out my other books and follow me!
Farewell,
~guitargal27
UPDATE 3/4/14:
I am currently EDITING. Sorry for any spelling/grammatical errors.
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