Your Cliche Love Story

Prologue

"It's really hard when something good ends."

Sitting on my couch, I turned the pages of my journal one more time. It was these times of the night when I can't find myself asleep. The memories I'd try to forget kept flashing back and the feelings that came along with it suppress me from catching my sleep. These are my nightly terrifying dreams and I have no idea when it's going to end, or will it even end?

As I flip the pages, I somehow wish I could turn back time and wash all the sadness away, but I'm afraid that if I did so, the joy would be gone as well.

I pulled myself up from my spot on the couch and walked down the kitchen to get myself a glass of milk, thinking that it might help me. It was in the darkest hours of the night that I most often found myself thinking, "Who was I then?" and "Who was I now?". The questions seemed easy. My name's Zooey Lois Causse, I was twenty-three years old, the daughter of an English father and Filipina mother; and I'm taking my MBA in MIT now. These were answers I would offer when asked. Though they were true, I sometimes wonder whether I would add something more.

I turned away from the kitchensnd returned to the bedroom. Just as I entered the room my phone beeped, disturbing me from my thoughts, it reads, "I know you're still awake, sleep now Elle. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night."

I smiled upon reading the message. He knows me real well. Outside, the September wind picked up again and beyond the blinding darkness, I could see nothing and I lay down my bed with a weary sigh, feeling the pull of that year take me backward in time. I could force the images away, but I let them come. I always let them come. 

This, I remember is what happened as that eventful year approaches.