The Love Story that was Never Told

The Day He Died

I remember my dad as being a symbol. A symbol for me to do better, achieve more. I used to live by his words when I was younger. He would always tell me,

"If you want to do better, you must try better." He used to take me to softball practices, when I had actually liked softball. He showed me how to shoot a layup and a free throw. He showed me why things grow the way they did. He was the reason I met Ben. That day my dad and I had been playing in our backyard. Hide and seek of course. I was hiding and my dad couldn't find me anywhere, until he asked for help. He had asked Ben. Ben, my bestfriend. They had searched and searched, and eventually I got scared and started crying. They found me in an instant. When my eyes had locked with Ben, I just sort of knew. I knew he would be a great friend to me. So after that day we would play outside all the time. We played together so much that our dad decided to build us a tree house for just playing. We chose the tree, a big oak. It seemed just perfect. Those were happy days, spending nights and days in the treehouse. All of it was perfect. Until my dad died. It had been a fall day, the leaves had mostly fallen from the trees and there seemed to be no sound. I was at soccer practice when it happened, my coach got a phone call and my whole world seemed to go downhill from then on. Except when I was with Ben. Ben was the only one who could comfort me in that time. The only one I would let near me, it seemed that he was the only one who would be able to understand and console me. He was just special. And now that I'm in love with him, and to find him in our place... with another girl..who just happens to be my other bestfriend.... I don't feel anything... because well, everything had already been broken and I just never realized it.