The last thing he said to me on the last day of 6th grade was,
"I love you, I always will, don't forget it."
The first thing he said to me on the first day of 11th grade was,
"You need to forget."
Curtis. The boy who singe-handedly ruined my life, told me in 6th grade he loved me, he bought me chocolate and flowers, he opened doors for me, he stuck up for me, he tried anything to get my 12 year old's self attention, he made me a promise.
Now, when I thought I'd never see him again, he shows up at my school with a goofy grin on his face, and a girl around his arm. I remember that promise and something about seeing a no longer lanky, awkward boy, but a confident man with a another girl, made my blood boil.
5 years have passed, I haven't forgotten, I probably couldn't if I tried.
