You're My Forever

Nostalgia | 20

Grade 10... 

I know, I know, HUGE time jump but honestly, I can only think of one big thing that has happened from second semester of grade 9 to today.

Jeremy and I actually broke up. But the break up was completely mutual. We broke up around the beginning of summer break. And the reason was simply because, after a while we began to feel like we rushed into our relationship way too fast. At a certain point we started to feel more like friends rather than a couple. So since both of us felt as though we were better as friends, we decided to break up and stay just as friends. 

And now we were completely happy. We still love each other, just now it's only as friends. And luckily, our break up only caused awkward tension between us for like a week max. And now we were like the bestest of friends along with Shayna and Coltin.

Anyway, as for Jack. There was absolutely nothing new to say. We haven't spoken even a single word to each other ever since before we drifted. We never even texted each other. We were like complete strangers now. 

And it's not that I've gotten over him, but more like I've gotten completely used to it by now. I mean, it's been like eight or nine months now since the last time we actually spoke. But despite all that, it doesn't mean that I didn't still miss him like crazy whenever I saw him. It still made me sad whenever I saw him but not to the point of tears anymore. 

But anyway, now that we're caught up, onto my first day of grade 10. 

I got out of bed after shutting off my alarm and went to my closet to get dressed. I put on a grey and white thin striped crop shirt with some black ripped jeans. 

I grabbed my comb to comb through my hair. As I was carelessly combing through my hair, my comb suddenly snapped when meeting with a small knot in my hair. I sighed as this happened since I didn't even finish combing half my hair yet. 

I looked around to see if I could find another comb for a couple minutes but in the end, I couldn't find anything. The only other comb I knew I had was in a place I REALLY didn't want to go to. 

It was in Jack and I's treehouse. I haven't gone up there since Jack and I drifted. But I really needed to comb my hair, it was a mess! So I decided to just go.. But I planned to go very quickly and not bother looking around. I knew that if I looked around, I would make myself really upset because the memories of Jack and I would be all over the place. 

So, after brushing my teeth and stuff, I headed outside and to the tree where our treehouse was. I took a deep breath before beginning to climb the ladder. Once I got up and inside, I kept my head down to prevent myself from looking around. 

I headed over to the left corner of the place and to a mini drawer where I knew the comb was. I pulled the drawer open and immediately found the comb there along with a couple other random objects we shoved in there. I grabbed it and started walking back to the ladder, my head still down to avoid getting sentimental. 

Just as I was about to take my first step down the ladder, something in my head suddenly stopped me. I had a huge sudden urge to stay for a bit and look around. I knew that was a really bad idea though. But the urge took over me and I took a step back inside the treehouse.

I lifted my head and my eyes started scanning around the place. Immediately, memories of Jack and I in here started flooding my head. I took steps further inside, my eyes beginning to tear up a little bit as I continued to look around. As I took steps further in slowly, my eyes still scanning around, I let my finger tips slide over the shelf's surface that I was walking by. I realized how much dust I've collected by doing that. 

I kneeled down to the blankets and pillows scattered around the middle of the treehouse and noticed how dusty they've gotten. A single tear slid down my cheek. I walked over to another shelf and that's when I stumbled upon our photo album. This was our friendship's most prized possession. We had three albums in total and this was our most recent one. Each album had like at least a hundred pictures of us.