It Just Comes Together

Oh I remember it clearly. My old best friend Sam. Her dark skin. Her brown hair. Brown eyes. The way they'd light up after every stupid joke I'd say. Her head would toss back and her loud laugh would erode through the air. Sometimes we would sit in silence, but it was a comfortable silence, you know? We would stay up all night, talking about all the bullshit, crushes and just stupid things that would happen. Those were the days. When we didn't care. All we cared about was us. It was all about us. It didn't matter what other people thought. We were weird, stupid, annoying but in a good way. It was perfect.

Oh but my stupid parents. Stupid, stupid parents. Of course they had to fight. Of course they had to yell. Of course they began to be annoyed by each other. Of course they had to fall out of love.

Then me, my mom, and brother had to leave. Sam and I cried. Oh how we cried. It was horrible. No more laughter. It was just horrible. My life was a mess.

Suddenly scars appeared on my skin. It hurt. It really did. Nights were sadder. Lonelier. Darker. Nights where there was no reason for my life anymore.

But then. My mom decided to move back to hometown. Something about missing old friends. Old family.

That's when thoughts flashed back and forth in my mind. Sam. Sam.

"Are you excited?" my mom asked. "Oh like you wouldn't believe"

The day came. My shaky hands knocked on the door. I stuffed them in my jean pockets. The door flung open, and then I saw her. Her. We instantly rushed into each others arms. It was... natural, you know. I didn't say anything to her, neither her to me. It was just, an instinct, like it was meant to happen.

We hugged each other in silence. A nice kind of silence.