Some things don't fade.
I can remember when I first started to like Mike. I was 12 years old and in the sixth grade. I made him give me hugs everyday or else I'd have a bad day. Then in grade seven we became the best of friends, and always acted like a little more than that. My relationship with Zack put some strain on us, but it didn't affect our friendship much. In eighth grade, I knew I liked him more than ever, and he felt the same way. But what I had with Zack was too important to me at the time to give up. I don't regret that. That summer we broke up, and I became even closer with Mike. Last year, we fell apart, fought a lot, and he changed and so did I. This year we've brought the broken pieces back together, and we're good friends again. I don't like the person he's become, but underneath it all, he's still the same. Yesterday he asked me if I would talk to him if I didn't know him from before. I said no. It's true though. But because I know him, so much better than anyone, I'm still his friend. It feels like it's getting back to how it used to be. Today we were measuring hands, and he grabbed mine and held it. It just so happened that I was thinking about when we were on the bus back from Montreal and we held hands for the first time without worrying about anything else. And then it happened. I don't know. I had that feeling again. We are going to see a movie together on Saturday, that was planned from a long time ago. We will see then I guess. I'm glad he's back.