10:40 am. Saturday, July 24, 2032
Today was a nostalgic day, in more ways than one.
I opened a box from ages ago, a box filled with polaroid pictures and letters from high school times.
Letters from me to you, you to me. Letters that our friend group had written to our future selves.
Liv writing that she was hoping one day to be a neurologist. Emory writing about he wanted to be an ambassador to spread peace around the world. Felix and his dreams of running a restaurant. Rieka writing about how she hopes that "Seraphia" won't just be a dream anymore.
Noam's dreams to become president (Which, lest to say, have not been achieved yet). Your words, printed neatly on paper, about how all you wanted was the chance to become something greater than just "another person on this planet". Me, writing words about my dreams of writing books and wanting to study psychology.
Papers, filled with words, an endless stream of memories flooding through me at the same time.
Some test papers, some drawings by you and Emory, the only good artists in our group, some flower prints, and a variety of notebooks scattered throughout. A diary here, a doodle book there, a science journal from middle school and some small notebooks with countless random phrases and words.
There were also photos, taken by my polaroid camera from years before. Rieka, you, Noam, and Liv sitting on a stone wall by the beach on a partly cloudy day, your heads tilted up towards a patch of sunlight. A photo I bet none of you knew existed.
Another photo, me and you. We were sitting under a willow tree, my head leaning on your shoulder, tucked into the crook of your neck. The location was most likely the brook by the park, there used to be many willow trees and cherry blossom trees along the side, a popular destination during the spring season. Rieka had taken this photo, by our request.
I also found some of my old story ideas, planning to use them for reference for my upcoming stories in the near-distant future.
A story of a boy who was too good for the girl who simply couldn't make herself love him, the tale of a third grader whose life was slowly ending, a small prompt saying: "Someone who loved flowers and someone who loved people who loved flowers". Ideas like a boy who couldn't speak but he could think into people's minds and that was all he ever knew, a quest that takes three kids from different time periods into an alternate dimension to start a journey that'd change their lives.
I had photocopied some of the papers and photos, planning to save them on my computer for future use. And for my own sense of nostalgia and memory satisfaction.
Days like these where I could just relax and remember where the best days.
Currently, I was in the cafe, my hot chocolate to my left and my laptop on the table. I searched through social media, looking for pictures and images that could bring back memories when my device dinged suddenly.
I clicked on it, a smile making its way onto my face. What memory would make its way into my brain after reading your email?
Hey,
Remember when we watched that movie...what was it? How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World? Man, that was a sad movie, talk about my childhood being ripped out of me.
~Me
P.S. Hah yeah, you always loved autumn so much. Is there still an annual fall festival with the pumpkins and free apples you used to tell me about?
YOU ARE READING
Remember When
Conto"Hey, Remember when you and I were sitting next to each other for about half an hour watching a movie and you didn't notice that you were leaning on me and thought I was a wall?" A series of emails about memories of days long past.
