My Indelible Ink

Journey

Every fragment of my memory encapsulates every bit of her presence.
I don't even remember who I was before I met her.
We were inseparable.

I have never envisioned my youth to be as wonderful as it did.
I couldn't quite figure out what I felt, all I know is that I am very comfortable around her and that is enough for me back then.
She makes me happy, she makes me whole somehow.

I never felt alone anymore.
Every moment seemed like a routine as we have known each other so well.
But it is never boring.

Every morning, I would wake up at seven, get ready for school.
My body has somehow been accustomed to this, by 7:30 am I make my way to the phone and ring Sage.
I would wake her up as she always seem to forget to set her alarm.
Then, I would pack breakfast always enough for two people.

By 7:50 am I make my way to the house across the street and before I even ring the bell or knock, the door opens and I am greeted with her smile.
This is one of my favourite moments, because it marks the beginning of another journey with her, with Sage.

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I never envisioned my youth to be filled with him.
By high school me and Chris became very close.
I quite liked his company, he is very caring and although he doesn't look like it he is very responsible.
I guess this was the reason my Father began to trust him al this years.

I never knew life until I met him.
He set me free, its not that I don't appreciate how my father only wanted to protect me, but I wouldn't deny that I also felt trapped somehow through those years. Trapped and alone.
Chris changed all that, suddenly my father began to loosen his grip over me.
He trusted him, I guess he knew that I would be safe with him.

I quite liked the idea that my father is starting to become fond of Chris as well.
Well he is a very charming young man and he can be very sweet most times.

It was in highschool when I began having trouble sleeping, I must have been having nightmares as I always woke up sweaty and gasping for air but I never recall whatever dream I had.
This made it extremely difficult to wake up early for school.
Most times I would only get about 3-4 hrs of proper sleep and even then I still felt extremely fatigued.

On my very first day as a highschool student, I overslept and Chris woke me up and helped me get ready for orientation.
From that day onwards, he would always call 7:30 sharp in the morning to make sure I am awake and ready for school.
I admire this gesture. I don't know how he never fails to do so but Chris has always made such small acts of kindness that made me grew attached to him.

Eventually, I learned how to take control of this sleeping problem.
I taught my body to wake up at 7:00am every morning, I don't want to burden Chris anymore.
I don't want to make him feel that he is responsible for me.
I awoke early that morning, got up and started getting ready.
Just before 7:30 am I head towards the phone by the desk in front of my bedroom window.
I wanted to call Chris to let him know he doesn't need to wake me up.

But then before I could pick up the phone I looked to the house across the street and saw him standing in front of their
telephone.
He was smiling, I felt how happy, how excited he was right then and there.
So I put the phone down and waited for it to ring.
When it did, I picked it up and I heard his voice. I greeted him back I saw how his face lit up from across the road, through the window of a very familiar white wooden house.

From that moment on, every morning I obliged myself to wake up at 07:00 am.
I would start getting ready for school, by 7:20 am I would sit in front of my bedroom window and look at the house across the road and wait for the phone to ring.
I would answer after a couple of rings and wait for his wake up call and his smile.

That is my favorite time of day, because it marks the beginning of another journey with the boy who introduced me to the wonders of the world.

I will forever be thankful for that.