Pinky Promise

In the summer of 2005, I made a pact with my best friend when we were at the bright age of 7. We were young and thought nothing of what the future would bring. We thought we could take on the world and be invincible, not only to people but to our feelings as well.

It was promised that we would stand by each others side, protecting one another and also be there for each other in great times of need.

He and I made an oath, sworn on my scared Harry Potter book collection. Which to this day I still have; tattered, wrinkled and smelling of dust. It was finally sealed with a pinky promise, our dedicated form of trust. It would never be broken. I was so happy then, I couldn't keep the grin off my face and neither could he. I would finally have someone who would stand by my side even when if the whole world was against me.

But then something changed.

He was here one day. Laughing with me and joking with me, nothing was out of the ordinary. And the next day he was gone...

I was left crying in the dirt in front of his empty suburban house with not explanation for his leave. My leaving gift was heartbreak. I couldn't make a promise since.

That was 10 years ago. I still don't know the reason, not that I care for it any more. But I'm still holding a grudge against him. I was heartbroken for days.

Then out of the blue one day in the winter of 2015, he returned to the same house but this time as a brand new person and had a whole lot of attitude.