How am I supposed to move on when I'm constantly reminded of you? There are pictures, memories, and places that remind me of you and the events that occurred between us. Like the big tree in the middle of the park. We would lay under the tree, with our one leg intertwined, looking up at the leaves sway back and forth as the wind rushed through the tree. Some days I would bring us some fruit and water for us to eat as we lay under the tree; however, after a few seconds of eating and feeding the food to one another, a small little food fight would start. We would run around the tree, avoiding the flying food as we playfully threw it at one another. I can't visit the park anymore because I still see visions of us laying underneath the tree as we once did.
I remember when we first met each other. It happened to be a terrible way to meet a person, but I knew you were already caring about me when you responded instead of her. I was infatuated with the girl at the locker right next to yours. Every day I would try to find the courage to go up and talk to her, but each day I couldn't. I figured that nothing could work out if I spoke to her because I would be too flustered to get a single word out. Instead, I wrote a poem for her. The day you spoke to me was the same day I gained enough courage to give my poem to her. She immediately shot me down once I got her attention, and I believe you witnessed everything from the beginning to then. I thought you pitied me, but it was still nice to know that you would accept the poem. You also asked me if I could hang out after school so that we could go get smoothies and trash talk others. I've never trash-talked others, so it would be a new experience for me and it was a great experience. From that day on, it seemed as though we were inseparable and for awhile, we were.
You were there for me when my dog died, and I was there for you when your cat died. I was there for you and your sister as you were trying on dresses, and you helped me change my style of clothing. We shared almost everything with each other and documented each new thing that we did with a stream of photos. We could fill our phone's memory to the brim with a number of photos that we took of each other. My favorite photo is of you looking back at me from the front seat of the car. That day, we were headed to the beach with each other. I haven't been to the beach in years, and you were a regular there. You showed me the best places to hide out, played beach volleyball together, and offered to pee on me if I was stung by the jellyfish. I don't think that anyone else would've offered to pee on me, yet you did, and I couldn't have felt any more gratitude from you.
When I was sad, you always knew how to cheer me up. When you were sad, I tried my best, but I never thought that I was as good as you were. I would take you out on the town for a day all about you and we would finish it at the drive-ins. I thought that I could make you happy with the things I would do for you, but it showed that you were happy to only be around me. Our frequent trash talks with smoothies got better when one of us were emotional and sometimes even the workers from the place would join in on the trash talking from their inferences of those we trashed talked about.
I never thought that our time together could end, but every good thing must come to an end. The end of our memories will never end, though. Thank you for giving me such memories. I'm glad that you are happy with the person you're with now. I would like an invitation to the wedding and remember, I'll bring the smoothies this time.