We Go Way Back

A Short Forever

        It had been 2 years, 2 whole years of companionship, laughter, hope, and love. I know, sounds fake, right?
        But its true, the both of us had grown together, our love and friendship had also matured along with our minds as we grew older. We moved out of Debbie's trailer when Marshall had turned 18, and lived with his friend for a while until the both of us had saved enough money to get our own place.
        When we fought, we fought over childish things, competitive things really. We didn't have anything to worry about, and we were so aware of each others thoughts, feelings, likes and dislikes that we didn't ever really fight or argue over anything serious. There were times I had worried it was too perfect, like we were doing something wrong. I mean, normal couples fought, right? But then I'd look into his baby blues and all doubt and fear would evaporate at the love and adoration I saw swirling in them.
        We were madly in love and invincible when together.
        Because we had gone through so much shit before, this life we were slowly building together felt like heaven. Like it couldn't get better. And the both of us truly felt as though we were it for each other, it was only a matter of time before we made things permanent, our friends would say. And we would just look at each other with a look in our eyes that basically said, "Yep, that's mine. Forever and ever."
        Forever.
        It seemed such a long ways away.
        But we'd both quickly realize our 'forever' was way too short.
                                                 ***
        The day everything seemed to change was the day I found out my mom had a sister.
        I had been at our apartment looking through newspapers for a job when the phone rang. After getting over the initial shock and swallowing the mental breakdown (letting only a few tears to slip), I had an almost hour long conversation trying to catch up with her. It was so surreal how much she sounded like my mother, but they seemed to have totally different personalities. After hanging up with the promise to call the next day with details about visiting her all the way in California, I just sat on the ground and cried.
         Big, plump tears of anguish and joy mixed together rolled down my cheeks, both emotions leaving me shaking with sobs, shuddering against a wall.
        I finally managed to pull it together before Marshall got home, and nearly forgot all about my own great news when he bounced through the door with his. His next words made me tackle him to the ground in excitement and glee.
The Dr. Dre had heard his album Infinite and had taken an interest in him. He requested to see him!
        "We did it baby!" He picked me up and swung me around once we stood, our laughter mingling in the air. I squeezed his neck and pulled away to look in his watery blues. They were so full of joy and excitement, it made my heart leap.
        "I'm so proud of you," I whispered and pulled him towards me for a kiss.
        It didn't matter how long we had been together. His lips on mine and his touch in general gave me such a euphoric rush it was almost unbearable sometimes. He made me feel so alive and happy.
        "I've got good news, too," I played with his fingers nervously.